Nasty lyrics
by Mike WiLL Made-It
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
These b*tches getting nasty
I pull up in something nasty
My jewelry game is nasty
My bankroll is nasty
These b*tches getting nasty
I pull up in something nasty
My jewelry game is nasty
My bankroll is nasty
Nasty
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane LaFlare, hundred stacks in the box
Jumping out the coupe, like a jack in the box
Used to be the man, with the crack on the block
Now I come with a Lack, I'm subtracting the top
You can love me a little, you can hate me a lot
I don't give a damn if I'm attractive or not
Meet her in the club, then I'm dragging her out
Looking for some love [?]
[?]
Shawty so fine [?]
She don't really smoke, but I'ma get her high
Might can't drive, but I'ma let her ride
Got a boyfriend, I'ma hit him on a slide
Like a stuartist, I'ma keep her in the sky
Like a pilot, she keep a n*gga fly
Like a desert, she'll suck a n*gga dry
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
These b*tches getting nasty
I pull up in something nasty
My jewelry game is nasty
My bankroll is nasty
These b*tches getting nasty
I pull up in something nasty
My jewelry game is nasty
My bankroll is nasty
Nasty
[Verse 2: Future]
I'm a dope boy forever, I couldn't change if I wanted to
Got a big bankroll on me, smell like cocaine residue
Bussin open her innertubes, 30 racks inside my Trues
These bad b*tches in hot pursuit, they get stupid loose inside the coupe
She nasty, all this cash that I'm flashing
Keep the kid pants sagging
These diamonds in my ears dancing
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
These b*tches getting nasty
I pull up in something nasty
My jewelry game is nasty
My bankroll is nasty
These b*tches getting nasty
I pull up in something nasty
My jewelry game is nasty
My bankroll is nasty
Nasty
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
We be pushing weight like trainers, wet the scene up like painters
Still showing my [?], even now that I got famous
Now her boyfriend think he own her, she stupid fine and I want her
She looking at my wrist, and my sh*t cold as a Carona
Now [?] bands, going on in my pants
Give my own self a hand, 'cause it's going down like I planned
You know Brick Squad boys go harder, we drink Rosay like water
I [?] my daughter, but drop the top [?]
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
These b*tches getting nasty
I pull up in something nasty
My jewelry game is nasty
My bankroll is nasty
These b*tches getting nasty
I pull up in something nasty
My jewelry game is nasty
My bankroll is nasty
Nasty