I'm jumpin' out my coupe
with a missing roof
And I'm so fuckin' hot,
I need a parachute
Gucci, man, do you remember
me from last month?
Girl, I can't remember nothin'
but my last blunt
Ring, plow, diamond necklaces
for everything
Bitch, I'm Gucci,
so I put rings on bout everything
I used to care about money,
nowadays I don't
So if I like enough,
I buy her everything she want
I got that three, five, seven,
so don't try your luck
Bullets have your body,
how'd you need a five truck?
Sorry, your widow's got white girl,
yeah, to animate
Today on shit, no rapper,
so I called up Jad to fade
I'm not a boy,
so I cannot be your boyfriend
But if you want me to,
then I can be your Gucci man
And if your man can't beat it up,
then I'll be Gucci cash
Just ask your lady,
and I'll bet that she's a Gucci fan
Buy all my hoes
Gucci, most of my clothes Gucci
Keep layin' on Gucci,
just be okay, moochie
And this is the soundtrack
of the Gucci man, moochie
Baby, Gucci man, moochie
Baby, Gucci man, moochie
Lambo engine in the rear,
and I'm switching gears
Y 'all suckas, can I fuck with this
young n***a here?
Diamonds on my neck,
colder than a case of beer
So when I fall off in the club,
all the bitches cheer
M6 convertible, my talk can disappear
Just bought a house in Cali,
pool parties all through the year
10 -phase, stupid ways,
I don't wear a beard
They say that Gucci stay fresh,
but the n***a weird
I shop at Phil Plaza,
lil' buddy, he shop at Sears
Diamonds solid, tough, so big,
it damn near broke my ear
Girl, you high, I'm with La Fluff,
so what you got to fear?
2010, no more Roll Royces,
I'm just coppin'
Lear I'm not a boy,
so I cannot be your boyfriend
But if you want me to,
then I can be your Gucci man
And if your man can't beat it up,
then I bet Gucci can
Just ask your lady,
and I bet that she's a Gucci fan
Coochie, by all my hoes
Coochie, most of my clothes
Coochie, keep hatin' on me
Coochie, still can't move
And this is the soundtrack
of the Gucci Mane move
Yeah, the Gucci Mane move
Yeah, the Gucci Mane move
Jazz and Fae and Gucci,
no, they didn't expect this
It ain't no secret run up on me,
you'll regret it
I'm like a ball player,
focused on my next hit
And I hit home runs,
I don't know how to punt, bitch
And it's that Cali,
cause you need to pass the blunt, bitch
I'm sorry that I cussed you,
baby girl, you're gor geous
Psych, you're not gorgeous,
but your ass feels enormous
And if you never call me,
I'll be rich regardless
Picture perfect flow,
this Versailles is a portrait
I got three mansions,
but I'm from St. Valley Apartments
Boulder Cliffland shows in
Gresham where I started
You wanna find me, bitch,
just keep riding down Moorland
I'm not a boy,
so I cannot be your boyfriend
But if you want me to,
then I can be your Gucci man
And if your man can't beat it up,
then I bet Gucci can
Just ask your lady,
and I bet that she's a Gucci fan
Buy all my hoes Gucci
Most of my clothes Gucci
You ain't no Gucci,
you still can 't move
And this is the soundtrack
of the Gucci Mane move
Baby, Gucci Mane move
Baby, Gucci Mane move
Motion picture shit, daddy
It's Gucci Mane, man
He's not the motherfuckin' loafer,
not the tennis shoe
Mane, the Gucci motherfuckin' mane
You in the dick
Fenzel, Burgundy, Obama,
Luther King Jr.,
Jackson 5 the 1st
You in the smell, Gucci bitches!