My Customer Gucci Mane (Ft. Bankroll Fresh & Jose Guapo)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
R-I-P to Michael Jackson
Live at the brick factory
Moonwalk, Screwop
Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Your baby daddy buy this shit from me (He my customer)
Your old lady come and get shit free (She my customer)
You know I sell a fifty pack a week (I love my customers)
Shop with me you know I got shit for cheap (I love my customers)
You my customer, damn she my customer
He my customer, damn they my customers
Daddy a hustler, momma raised a hustler
To you, your baby brother
To me, just a customer

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Man, I'm coming through customs and bails, I'm bustin' 'em
Shoutout to my momma, I love her, I got my money up
Niggas, they be hating, they be discussing us when your money up
How you figure Gucci Mane owe you man you ain't front me none
Gucci Man, I take a problem, you just a customer
Niggas never thought we would make it, man they didn't fuck with us
Juice man tote a bag of problems, apartment full of baby bottles
AK peekin' out the blinds, it's like we playin' cops and robbers
But fuck the coppers and fuck the robbers
It's Big Guwop, your pusha man, I solve your problem
Look out on the roof, lookin' at you with binoculars
Arachnophobia, four drop spiders Guwop got options