[Chorus: G. Dead]
We got the money, the hoes and the cars, and the gangsta lean
I live my life on the go, and keep addin hoes to my team
We got the money, the hoes and the cars, and the gangsta lean
I live my life on the go, and keep addin hoes to my team
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I live my life on the go, another day, another ho
Another bitch on my team, another slut on a strole
My bags rollin, stay swolin, all my clothes stay creesed
But I never trust these bitches, farther than I can see
I'm a million records away from a platinum CD
But a ghetto celebrety I was destand to be
Fuckin bitches in the ? the sweets and every damb every day of the week
Freak bitches keep steppin to me
I'm VIP every time, bitch, I don't fuck with no line
And I don't fuck with no crisp, bitch, I pop bottles of wine
? the bentlies, and the Chevy Shavelle
? start smilin, caue they know what it is
Jumpin out at the club, then I get fresh as hell
I don't wear no calone, bitch that's that dro that you smell
My money long as hell
Everyday that I that I stay out of sell
Everything that I say got a sell
[Chorus: G. Dead]
We got the money, the hoes and the cars, and the gangsta lean
I live my life on the go, and keep addin hoes to my team
We got the money, the hoes and the cars, and the gangsta lean
I live my life on the go, and keep addin hoes to my team
We got the money, the hoes and the cars, and the gangsta lean
I live my life on the go, and keep addin hoes to my team
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I live my life on the go, another day, another ho
Another bitch on my team, another slut on a strole
My bags rollin, stay swolin, all my clothes stay creesed
But I never trust these bitches, farther than I can see
I'm a million records away from a platinum CD
But a ghetto celebrety I was destand to be
Fuckin bitches in the ? the sweets and every damb every day of the week
Freak bitches keep steppin to me
I'm VIP every time, bitch, I don't fuck with no line
And I don't fuck with no crisp, bitch, I pop bottles of wine
? the bentlies, and the Chevy Shavelle
? start smilin, caue they know what it is
Jumpin out at the club, then I get fresh as hell
I don't wear no calone, bitch that's that dro that you smell
My money long as hell
Everyday that I that I stay out of sell
Everything that I say got a sell
[Chorus: G. Dead]
We got the money, the hoes and the cars, and the gangsta lean
I live my life on the go, and keep addin hoes to my team
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