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Long Money

This song is by Gucci Mane.

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, that's all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, that's what them bitches say [x3]
I ain't even gotta talk my money conversates

Verse 1: Bitches think I got a money tree, I drown the bitch with money
Ferrari with them bumble bees, Four Giovanna sittin' up under it

"How many karats in that bracelet, baby?" I think about 200
Plus I hit the club with 50k lets keep that shit 100

I got a couple houses several spouses in my pent house smoking ounces
Came up selling keys and ounce, half a pound watch golden brown

My pants sag grams weigh 'em down, usta catch the train and go downtown
Just to walk around and window shop now I shut the mall down in every town

Every time I hit the scene fresher then I wanna be cover of the magazines, back of the limousines
Stacks in my denim jeans, hoes gonna remember me

Fo' fifty eight ship to me from Italy, six 12 sittin' outside the facilities
911 Gucci's ice game killing me

Came along way from drug dealing
Waking up rich is a great feeling

Couple mill stashed for my grandchildren
Just hand counted me a coo' half million

Up on em, pull up on em, like a bird drop low and shit on em
Pissed em, spit on em, Tell them haters Gucci got rich on em

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, that's all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, that's what them bitches say [x3]
I ain't even gotta talk my money conversates

Every city I make magic, I make money disappear
'Cause it's a tragedy how clear these diamonds blingin in my ear

It's so many that wanna marry me, I'm married to the game
Cocaine put me in position, swagga brought me outta fame

I need accountants to help me count it Rolls Royce I mount it
Corvette painted candy, drop the top that bitch is crowning

Houses in Zone 6 All my niggas Hustlas, and robbers don't fuck with us
Niggaz better off fucking with Angel Dust

I'm racked up like a pool table Stay draped up in Purple Label
Drink purple drank, smoke purple weed, got a purple car and long paper

Everyday thank the lord that I wake Everyday live it like it's my last day
Shine so bright rock stupid ice More karats in my chain then a carrot cake

Money shout he running out, I'm bustin' out can't close the vault
Ain't my fault its yo fault, nobody stay here this my money house

Stash house stocked up try fuck shit get chopped up
I'm rocked, stay blocked up, ain't locked up, but I'm gwapped up

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, trym my troops you'll get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, that's all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, that's what them bitches say [x3]
I ain't even gotta talk my money conversates

Guy talks...

Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, that's all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, that's what them bitches say [x3]
I ain't even gotta talk my money conversates

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