[Chorus]
Gucci Hucci selling coochie, never met my father
Call my guy a motherfucker if he thinks that he can holler
I don't do it for the followers, I do it for the dollars
I do it for the dollars, I do it for the dollars
Gucci Hucci selling coochie, never met my father
Call my guy a motherfucker if he thinks that he can holler
I don't do it for the followers, I do it for the dollars
I do it for the dollars, I do it for the dollars
[Verse 1]
Phantom of the Opera with a candelabra
Smoke a pit in the porch for the marijuana
And he is a goner come on with the guns
When I close my eyes all I see is hunnids
All you see is bright lights, ski mask
Pistol whip, a motherfucker go to sleep fast
Wake up in Gucci, can I have my teeth back? (Uh)
Hit him in the head again, tell him "Relax" (What?)
Every time I hit them right, that's free crack (Okay)
Every time I hit the pole, that's free rent
And I'll drop it super low like a throwback
And I smoke so much, I need a smoke stat
Roll it, spark it, hit it, hold that
So much money on me, I can't even fold that
And I'm shopping where the only place they showin'
And I'm thinking about picking up a guy again
And I'm kicking it with Mary Kate and Ashley
Pop a molly with Simone, get nasty
Piffin' in the corner, rollin' up a fat leaf (Weed)
Cough seems so damn high I can't sleep (nuh-uh)
And I'm so damn high that I can't speak (ah)
And I'll stay that high all damn week (woo!)
Fantastic, yeah, that's me! (woo!)
Get em hooked like motherfucking crack fiend (woo!)
So sick that I think they'll need those vaccines (woo!)
And I'm up all night, no caffeine
And the most you know is mad shit
And the Givenchy is classic
Wanna touch my ass? But you ain't got cash?
You'll be blushing from that slashing
[Chorus]
Gucci Hucci selling coochie, never met my father
Call my guy a motherfucker if he thinks that he can holler
I don't do it for the followers, I do it for the dollars
I do it for the dollars, I do it for the dollars
Gucci Hucci selling coochie, never met my father
Call my guy a motherfucker if he thinks that he can holler
I don't do it for the followers, I do it for the dollars
I do it for the dollars, I do it for the dollars
[Verse 2]
Million different ways to die, choose one
Drive by in the Gallardo, run run
I'm the only one who seems to get the job done
And I'm back from the dead like God's son
And I'm talking bout bread, rob banks
From the back of the head, point blank
Fill him up with the lead, like bang bang
Flinstone like Fred, of the dank dank
And I gotta thank (?) for everything
Come back like an all black batarang
Call me Cat Woman, no Anne Hathaway
Tell a cop I seen a man run that a' way
Then I hop in the cab, that's a getaway
And I did the same shit just yesterday
I'm the boss today, I'll be the boss tomorrow, fuck the rest
Hit them in the chest with the hollow tip
And I never borrow shit, get the goods out the Swisher quick
Then I'll fill it back up with the good shit
Then I might do line off a fat dick
Don't you know I got that motherfucking magic?
Pixie dust is a must, called me David Blaine
He told me all the secrets, I just had to give him brain
Everybody loves me like they love Raymond
And you know I keep it spice like I'm Cajun
Wet t-shirt covered in Faygo
She could juggalo date, yeah there ya go
Let me take another sniff of the yayo
Gotta motherfucking mountain on the scale
Street ballin', sipping on the snayo
Pretty boy, got me thinking bout' giving up the tail
Say he had the dough, and then he tried to bail
Cut him up, sent him to his mama in the mail
Lord forgive me, I got these dark forces in me
Hot like a fireplace, smoke like a chimney
So many drugs in me that I swear I'm going Whitney
You know I keep a bad bitch, and a fat dick, with me at all times
High score in killing this shit
Bitches was missing me, you know I'm still in this shit
Wanna run up on me, on my tums, so dumb bitch
I put a bullet in they head, make em go down quick...
[Chorus]
Gucci Hucci selling coochie, never met my father
Call my guy a motherfucker if he thinks that he can holler
I don't do it for the followers, I do it for the dollars
I do it for the dollars, I do it for the dollars
Gucci Hucci selling coochie, never met my father
Call my guy a motherfucker if he thinks that he can holler
I don't do it for the followers, I do it for the dollars
I do it for the dollars, I do it for the dollars
