Million Dollar Man Lyrics

[Verse 1]

The crowd in a wage, Gucci gettin paid

Icey made yo girl throw her thong on the stage

Young Gucci Mane hottest nigga in da A

Sellin plenty Yae, movin 20 bricks a day

Used to have a 86 cut wit da T-top

Now I'm in a S-L-5 wit a top drop

Spot the handle, Ridin down Conloe

Baby it's a kodak momment get yo Camera

Gucci Mane Laflare nigga damn what you say

Girls goin crazy bout da nigga what da waves

Iced out chain and the fresh Cartiers

Boy best dress ever since 8th grade

You don't really know us man wit the doors up

Wrist so froze up, it a make you throw up

Mama imma be like Gucci when I grow up

Move in weight so I got money to throw up

Pimp tight nigga dead fresh with a Mink coat

Lookin for a big booty bitch with a deep throat

[Chorus x2]

I gotta 100 dolla haircut,

A million dolla smile

I gotta trillon dolla brain

Million dolla worth of game

Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga Gucci Mane

Same, sippin 58's an aint a damn thang change!

Un! aint a damn thang change

Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga Gucci Mane

[Verse 2]

Got a nine on the seat, shotgun in the trunk

Came to the club I was already drunk

Laid back young nigga never get crunkGucci Mane - Million Dollar Man - http://motolyrics.com/gucci-mane/million-dollar-man-lyrics.html

But if you fine might trick a lil sumin

Chain 7 VVS you will think I'm UPS

Cause I knock on yo door like I got yo address

Air fresh everyday nigga dats me,

Trash can hoes can't smoke my trees

Gucci MPMP pony my famile need me to bring groceries

I'm a 6 4 weed mike check night check

I ant seen a nigga off load me yet

A Vet an a Vet ridin through yo set

With you outta state bitches that I can't suffer wit

A blood poudet what we gone do next

Good sex good day they say imma good cat

Gucci mane Laflare don't fuck wit lil rats

Hit my blunt twice bitch an pass the blunt back

[Chorus x2]

Un! aint a damn thang change

Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga Gucci Mane

[Verse 3]

Freak man gucci Man nigga I'm the man

Yo baby mama told me that she my biggest fan

Say she got my poster hangin on her wall

And she love every word every song that she heard

Sir, I catch hoes like a stool catch a turd

A school catch a Nerd like a child swag of nerve

I'm sur we can work we can now make a verse

Kinda bir so I swerved my lil broads on the curve

Still in the hood gettin rich on the third

Watchin out for 12 cause the people serve

Imma let the world smoke riddin wit yo girl 4

All the gucci fans gucci broads wit your girl

[Chorus x2]