Long Money

Jacuzzi on the roof

Ugly hoes don't get the time of day

Chiefing on sativa

Smell the reefer from a mile away

Pistol in my coupe

Try my troops

You'll get blown away

Gucci Mane got long money

Bitch that's all I got to say

Gucci mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

I ain't even gotta talk

My money conversate

We been stunting

Got a money tree

I drown the bitch with money

Ferrari with

Them bumble-bee

Forgiato sitting up under it

("How many carats in that bracelet baby?")

I think about 200

Plus I hit the club with 50k

Let's keep this shit 100

Got a couple houses

Ghetto spouses

In my penthouse

Smoking ounces

Came up selling ki's and ounces

Half a pound

White, Gold, and Brown

My pants sag

Grams wear 'em down

These cats are trying to go downtown

Just to walk around and window shop

I shut them all down every time

Every time that I hit the scene

Fresher than I wanna be

Cover of the magazine

Back of the limousine

Stacks in my denim jeans

Hoes gone remember me

458 Ship to me from Italy

612 Sitting outside the facilities

911 Gucci ice game killing me

Came a long way from drug dealing

Waking up rich is a great feeling

Couple million stashed for my grandchildren

Just hand counted me a coupe half million

Up on 'em

Pull up on 'em

Like a bird drop low

And shit on 'em

Piss on 'em

Spit on 'em

Tell them haters Gucci got rich on 'em

It's Gucci!

Jacuzzi on the roof

Ugly hoes don't get the time of day

Chiefing on sativa

Smell the reefer from a mile away

Pistol in my coupe

Try my troops

You'll get blown away

Gucci Mane got long money

Bitch that's all I got to say

Gucci mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

I ain't even gotta talk

My money conversate

Every city

I make magic

I make money disappear

Cause they attracted me

How clear these diamonds

Blinging in my ear

So many wanna marry me

I'm married to the game

Cocaine put me in position

Swagger brought me all the fame

I need accountants to help me count it

Rolls-Royce I mount it

Corvette painted candy

Drop the top

And bitches crowd it

Houses in Zone 6

All my niggas hustlers

And robbers

Don't fuck with us

You'd be better off

Fucking off with Angel Dust

I'm racked up

Like a pool table

Stay draped up

And Purple Label

Drank purple drank

Smoke purple weed

Got a purple car

And long paper

Every day thank the Lord that I wake

Every day living like my last day

Shine so bright rock stupid ice

More carats in my chain than a carrot cake

Money short

He running out

I'm bussin' out

Can't close the vault

Ain't my fault

It's yo fault

Nobody stays here

This my money's house

Stash house

Stocked up

Try to fuck shit

Get chopped up

I'm rocked up

Stay blocked up

I ain't locked up

But I'm guaped up

It's Gucci!

Jacuzzi on the roof

Ugly hoes don't get the time of day

Chiefing on sativa

Smell the reefer from a mile away

Pistol in my coupe

Try my troops

You'll get blown away

Gucci Mane got long money

Bitch that's all I got to say

Gucci mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

Gucci mane got long money

That's what them bitches say

I ain't even gotta talk

My money conversate