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rich niggaz - gucci mane lyrics

[intro: dj drama & gucci mane]
uh*oh (huh?)
you know what i’m sayin’? it’s 1017, street n*gga entertainers, man (huh?)
we ain’t signin’ nothin’ but street n*ggas, man, turnin’ ’em to millionaires over here, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? (uh, uh, it’s facts)
it’s guwop, the ceo, you dig what i’m sayin’? (uh)
my money gettin’ longer, my gang gettin’ stronger, my team gettin’ stronger (uh)
and we ain’t seein’ y’all n*ggas, y’all can’t see us, man (huh?)
wop, holler at ’em (gangsta grillz, go)

[verse 1: gucci mane]
i’m a rich n*gga, dog, everybody know that (uh)
got two ex*marines i hired just to watch my back (well, d*mn)
gave my dog a couple bricks for a ’76 chevy (vroom)
gotta wear a back brace ’cause my chain too heavy (wow)
they say my stomach gettin’ fat, but they pockets on flat (true)
i’m a rich n*gga, so i wrapped the phantom matte black (black)
i’m a rich n*gga, dog, hoеs love my pimpin’ (pimpin’)
yellow, blue, whitе and red stones in my bart simpson (bling)
every time i get booked, the arena get live
only problem that i have is which car i’m gon’ drive (drive)
i’m a rich n*gga, dog, i ain’t never had sh*t (nah)
and the watch on my wrist cost thirty*five bricks (skrrt)
i’m a rich n*gga, dog, so i ain’t beefin’ ’bout hoes (nah)
i ain’t talkin’ to you, baby, ‘less you bookin’ ten shows (what?)
bought a 2026 ‘rari, lamborghini doors (what?)
that’s like 2.5 mil’ just to pull hoes (it’s gucci)
[chorus: gucci mane]
i’m a rich n*gga, dog (huh?), i’m a rich n*gga, dog (huh?), you a rich n*gga just like me (yeah)
i’m a rich n*gga, dog (huh?), i’m a rich n*gga, dog, no industry, i run these streets (well, d*mn)
i’m a rich n*gga, dog, i’m a rich n*gga, dog (yeah), you a rich n*gga just like me
i’m a rich n*gga, dog, i’m a rich n*gga, dog, no industry, i run these streets (go)

[verse 2: gucci mane & dj drama]
i’m a rich n*gga, dog, poppin’ ace, no glass
got a fetish f*ckin’ teachers, all my hoes got class (class)
want a super bad b*tch, then you gotta have bricks
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout toronto when i say i’m from the 6 (shoutout to east atlanta, true)
way back, 2006, i was just startin’ to get rich
big belly wop, i f*cked like every r&b b*tch (well, d*mn)
got a lil’ short n*gga with me with a tall extended clip
and a blue rolls*royce same color as the crips (crips)
got a smile on my face, but, n*gga, i ain’t nothin’ funny (nah)
n*gga, don’t hit my line if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout money
i’m a livin’ legend, dog, but they won’t give me my props (nah)
my whole label can go to jail, but still my motion won’t stop (what the f*ck?)
i’m a real rich n*gga, dog, i ain’t gon’ lie
i’m on a pj with my kids ’cause love to see my kids fly (my kids)
i’m a rich n*gga, dog, you done heard about wop (wizop, greatest of all trappers)
i heard these n*ggas back trappin’ ’cause they album just flopped (it’s gucci)

[chorus: gucci mane]
i’m a rich n*gga, dog (huh?), i’m a rich n*gga, dog (yeah), you a rich n*gga just like me (huh?)
i’m a rich n*gga, dog (huh?), i’m a rich n*gga, dog, no industry, i run these streets (huh?)
i’m a rich n*gga, dog, i’m a rich n*gga, dog (yeah), you a rich n*gga just like me
i’m a rich n*gga, dog, i’m a rich n*gga, dog, no industry, i run these streets (dramatic, go)
[outro: dj drama]
now
if we had the trap elections
i’d say gucci for president, dram is vp
would you vote us in to the wop house? i thought so

- gucci mane lyrics

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