Gucci everything The Game

[Chorus]
Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci Gucci everything

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Look, realest nigga livin, fuck a nigga’s feelings
I woke up this morning hit the block and made a killing
Them ladies they love it, my niggas be plugin
Graduated college mama, but I chose thugin, (Whatelse?)
We got all the money, if ya’ll was lookin for it
My life is a movie, my Gucci imported
I just do this shit for a hobby, wearin all this jewelry excitin the federallies
All this Covali, Versace, and Gucci everything
I know I’m shallow but fuck it (Gucci Everything) yeah
She ain't got no titties, but she got hella ass
I ain't got no credit, but I got hella cash
Copy, cookie, whip it package it and dump it
Im the realest nigga livin, 1-hunnid
Red alert, red alert
Real nigga til I die though, Gucci everything

[Chorus]
Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci Gucci everything

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Well I got Gucci everything, I’m gon need a wedding ring
To get married to this money I swear its my everything
I want everything, I own everything
My niggas on alert, yeah they on everything (bang, bang)
My wrist got my chillin (bling), da villian of the village
Bitch I am the realest, stackin up my millions
I’m doin everything, you not doing anything
My boys stay strapped, I just hope my enemies got they gun
Better run, cause we shootin everything
Get Fredo off the cut then you ruin everything
Money is the motto, I ball hard, no lotto
And bitch I need my money, need my money pronto
We shoot up your condo, we ain't with the convo
We gon bring everything and hit you with that combo