Answer lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Swag so turnt up I walk past a b*tch
I don't need a b*tch, don't even ask for sh*t
I got a fly mouth and yea I talk nasty b*tch
Yo n*gga used to have cash, now he broke as sh*t
2002 man I was serving massive bricks
Call me and my n*ggas Pacman the sh*t
I can't fit in my pants so rubber band the sh*t
My mama kicked me out cuz she couldn't understand this sh*t
I wish that I could turn but I'm not an evangelist
I wanna go to church but I feel like a hypocrite
Cuz when that work came in I had to sell this sh*t
So many P's at the trap then they would smell the sh*t
It's Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane:]
Answer, answer
n*gga owe me money but the n*gga won't answer
Answer, answer
Got a b*tch with me, now the b*tch won't answer
Answer, answer
I ain't gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I'mma kidnap the b*tch and hold the b*tch for ransom

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I started trappin in '94, sellin dimes at Texaco
Move the trap to Grisham Road, on I20 with heavy loads
Rap poppin, I let it go
Go back, I never know
I don't like meetin new people, you a real n*gga, I never know
I got robbed a long time ago
Never happened again though
Keep me a extendo
Don't know if you friend or foe
You n*ggas playin Nintendo
I was windin my '74
Standin front of that corner cold
So broke, gonna rob the store
You say yo man is a gangsta
Then why he lyin in that chalk for?
Yo big brother go in the bank for er
Tryna open the vault tho
All my young n*ggas on go
Keep me one of them bank rolls
I don't f*ck with these broke hoes
Diamonds all on my di*k ho
[Chorus: Gucci Mane:]
Answer, answer
n*gga owe me money but the n*gga won't answer
Answer, answer
Got a b*tch with me, now the b*tch won't answer
Answer, answer
I ain't gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I'mma kidnap the b*tch and hold the b*tch for ransom

[Verse 3: Jackie O]
Text messages, no reply, but you keep sayin that you a real n*gga
All lame excuses, they play it out like Hilfiger
This here is my livelihood, blood sweat and tears n*gga
Damn right I need my bread, b*tch I got bills n*gga
We got the money, didn't rent a car
Ain't got the car then wear the jewels
Ain't got the jewels you gon lose yo life and they'll catch yo ass on the evening news
20 minutes to hit my phone
20 minutes and I'mma couter mine
You got 20 minutes to hit my line or 20 n*ggas gon be runnin all through yo house
You got my number, n*gga holler at me
You owe me and I want that
I got a bunch of n*ggas that's young and silly
When it come to killin they on that
I did my job, I front the pack
n*gga do yo job and run that back
You done lost the work? n*gga hit that lic
I don't give a f*ck, bring my money back
[Chorus: Gucci Mane:]
Answer, answer
n*gga owe me money but the n*gga won't answer
Answer, answer
Got a b*tch with me, now the b*tch won't answer
Answer, answer
I ain't gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I'mma kidnap the b*tch and hold the b*tch for ransom