Maybe It’s The Juice Gucci Mane

[Intro]
Shhh… don't say nothing
I know you broke, be quiet
Big money talkin' (burr)
Count up
R.I.P Double D
Brick Squad
Go!
No breathing
No ? either mane
Don't hit my line if you ain't gon' buy something

[Verse 1]
All that gold in your mouth, boy you thugged out
I'm not a maid, but I clean out the gambling house
She said, "Gucci, out, take it out, ouch ouch"
Rich nigga beat your back out on Versace couches
Got my sleeves on, got my top off
Her nails ain't pressed on, her hair ain't snatching out
They say I'm tacky yellow, white jewelry mismatching now
Money bulgin' out my Diesel khakis, yeah, it's bulgin' out
Miss lady say she know me
I'm ballin' like Ginobili
She say I fucked her in east LA, man that's just what she told me
She suck me till my toes curl, I asked her "Whatcha owe me"
Said "Wop don't owe her nothing man, but beat it like I stole it"
Sitting at the Floyd fight, Golden Boy Promotions
Said you signed to Def for what? Man I put that on my Rolly
Got them black All Stars on me, like a OG
Had a black Bentley, now it's red on Forgi’s