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S'Gucci! Ziggy! Well my trap house be bucking hard all the time Money sticking out my pockets like a porcupine I hope this cocaina cross the borderline I made a million dollars just with this lil' fork of mine I'm in the kitchen whippin' deuces up like half the time The other half the time I'm busy somewhere on the grind Any ? trappin' nine days Don't give a fuck about what they say, my nigga: crime pays Gucci! Twenty thousand in singles but I tossed it I used to have a top but then I lost it I used to have a conscience but I lost it I boss so hard that I'm exhausted! It's Gucci! [Chorus] More, more Hate me some fuckin' more! I love it when you hate me It make my money grow Where my money? I think it's on that new shit On my fucking block I ain't never gotta prove shit Every time you see me, you know I'm rocking new shit I got a new whip off of a new bitch Shit I do this, you know what the truth is Letras de cancionesBitch ain't like me cause I'm packing and I'm ruthless The bitch is bummy, no money, she is useless I got them fuckin choppers that'll really go through shit Hold up, I'm way better than the average In my city, I ain't nothing but a savage So many cars, garage look like traffic When I pull my whips out, you know I'm causing damage [Chorus] I'm a quarterback, I take a quarter out And but a quarter back and help harvest that It's that ice check when I rob my chain When the girls see me, catch a heart attack Told her scrubbin, that's a well-known fact ? what you know about that? Kill the ho, where your hoes at? Nigga, beef with me, now how smart was that? I'm goin' in like a curfew Like yesterday you old news In the studio with chrome tools No engineers, no ? dudes I should walk around with toilet tissue Til' the end time bring ? From Letras Mania