Life Gucci Lyrics

Man, huh, RIP my babies nigga

Aye, if it ain't money, it don't move me

Fake love the quickest way to lose me

D&G on me, but life Gucci

Niggas out here cappin', just don't say it till you do it

Bitch, I ain't one of these lames, you can't play me like I'm goofy

Bitch, love it here, I feed her steak and buy her Gucci

Fuck her good then get hibachi steak and some sushi

Got her own bag, I know she ain't just tryna use me

You know Instagram got the brokest hoes actin' bougie

And who gave Diggs a bag? Can't a nigga say he fed me, nah

Niggas got cooked already, niggas dead meat

I met the plug, I got tired of makin' ends meet

That money showed you niggas true colors, it ain't change me

What's the point of sendin' texts, sendin' shots so they get the message

Doin' a hundred to the hood, I almost missed the exit

Tell a bitch I'm somethin' special, bitch, don't miss your blessing

After that, a bitch can sneeze, and I won't even bless her

Gotta bitch, always tell me how I'm different from them other niggas

That's the point, bitch, I'm nothin' like these other niggas

If I ain't have no money, bitch wouldn't be fuckin' with me

I ain't even fuckin' with that bitch, I'm just fuckin' with her

And them niggas never could fuck with me, so they ain't fuckin' with me

This four-five was seven hundred, I ain't gon' tussle with him

I been betrayed a couple times, I be trusting different

I can turn crumbs into chips, that's the hustle in me

Pop a nigga like a Pepsi

Ten times out of ten, she gon' fuck me in the Beamer with the Red Seats

Bout to pull up on the block, Brody trailed me

I put my trust in a bitch before the bitch failed me

It's crazy, I watched love turn to hate, hate turn to envy

He'll still be eatin' with us if he ain't get too greedy

Red flag, cut the bitch off, she get too needy

If she a ride with the bag, then the bitch a keeper

Money, power, and respect, I think I want it all

I got four main bitches, I think I love them all

If we ain't talkin' bout no money, I can't get involved

Free Unk, they caught him with a brick of fentanyl

FNs, ARs, and Glocks, and we got Drakes even

Stack it up, double up the bag until I break even

Till I get rid of this load, nigga, we ain't leavin'

Free Lenny, long as I'm here, you gon' be straight nigga