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[Intro: Selassie] Ay! DJ Speedy (Speedy) You a fool for this one (for this one) Selassie, Ice (Ice) We still, rock steady (rock steady) Gucci Mane, where you at? [Gucci Mane:] YEAHHH~! I'm not your baby daddy I'm your sugar daddy, too much money on me I can buy you all drinks, everything is on me You can smoke and eat free, I'm in the V-I-P Baby come and see me, G-U double-C I M-A-N-E, I'm "So Icey" You done heard about me, but enough about me Let's talk about we, come lie on my sheets I'm a lay in you deep, like a Lamborghini Girl you represents me, and you must look cute Cause you represent me, I'm the President Bill You my Hilary, but you try an' diss me I'm a call on whiskey, need a black lady Independent Oprah Winfrey, ask Oprah Winfrey Has she heard about me? Spread the word about me If you leave your plan A, I can be your plan B Gucci! Letras de canciones[Chorus: Selassie] Lambo, like a Lambo Get low to the earth like a Lambo Baby stick your hands up like a Lambo Go slow, go fast like a Lambo Oh she looks like a Lambo, like a Lambo Baby body bangin harder than a Lambo Baby put her hands up like a Lambo She remind me of a Murcielago [Gucci Mane:] Like a Lamborghini, shorty very pricey She can be your wifey could say that shorty might be But I think she like me, least I think she like G's All the G's on her bag, how she couldn't like me? (Gucci) How she wouldn't like me? Your man wanna bite me But he shouldn't, now you runnin like a Lamborghini Shorty fine as a scene, Jet beauty this week She as top notch as Jet, but she a stone cold freak Ridin down to South Beach, 'bout 4 or 5 drinks Jumped in a 'Lago, doors up, you don't say Gucci Mane, Selassie, girl we extra ic-ey Wanna owe it to Atlanta, pussy nigga don't say I'm a pay like I weigh, every day my payday Every day our payday, we in the Lamborghini I'm a pay like I weigh, every day my payday Every day our payday, we in the Lamborghini [Chorus] [Selassie:] And she know she good, when she up in the hood Because she got that good, that's what they say in the hood Yeah so you can ask Mr. Gucci, excuse me, Mr. Icey Baby girl yeah say she wanna be your wifey She dress real pricey, her head game nice B Plus she says she got a girl who like me [Chorus] From Letras Mania