Gucci Mane - What It's Gonna Be (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Gucci Mane - What It's Gonna Be (en) Lyrics
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Burr burr burr
I'm in the zone they keep
on gettin' offended
But ain't did nothing wrong
But tightened up all my business
And now I'm making millions,
Everybody's social
They really too emotional
I don't have time to hold 'em
I wanna be a billionaire, me too
So I can count a B cashing
hundreds on you to
I get dirty money bitches know
with Ciroc on my rida'
On the stage gettin' with Diddy
Nicki Ricky Roze and Flo Rida
I rock Maris with the money
ball like Stoudemire Omare
Hold a blunt with my left hand
to show my automall is Paris
Look at all that I've accomplished,
I just bought me three Ferrari's
Spent five million in my company
If I offended you not sorry, Gucci
What it gonna be
What it ain't gonna be
Too many chains on me
too many rings on me
Baby dancin' on me diamonds
dancing on me
Tell my watch and my
rocks not to freeze
Don't dare anybody here to
put their hands on me
Too many stacks on me too
many rights on me
Got some killa and some gats and money
Gotta die on my life as
what its gonna be be
I'ma street magician
And I keep on taking pretty
girls to Lenox
New mustang with 80 in it
Watch her spend all 80 in 80 minutes
Sacks are full real true religion
I bought a car so sharp it
make you feel suspicious
See I'm too flamboyant
They say its malnutritious
I'm in a rare edition,
Think I'm a mathematician
Don't nobody in here put
their hands on me
Gotta die on my life as
whats it gonna be
Whatcha gonna do Gucci
ain't gonna leave
Still poppin' bottles pouring
liquor on chicks
No need to lie I'm such a freak
No need to hide you so unique
I'ma try beat your back
down 'til you weep
Said you ran outta money
there's more for me
Here's more for you cause
you a whore for me
Don't be a hoe for free
Cause we can ball right now
We can do it 2, 3, 4 times a week
From zone 6 down to Camelton
I pull up in that yellow thing
I put rims on everything
Hoes think I gotta wedding ring
Come in to leave throwin' money high
Don't care where it reach
Spend 2 G's a week on haircuts
Like 4, 5, 6 sometimes a week
These girls petrified
they scared to speak
I'm in the new gt with a Georgia peach
Gotta condo right out
on the Florida beach
I ain't hard to reach so nice to meet
Every night we meet you
prolly fight with me
Say its fine with me to spend
the night with me
No rules everything alright with me
Now shake baby shake just right for me
Catch ball players in magic city
Show them boys how good my jumper is
Ain't no niggas no lies to tell,
Makin' all pros look like amateurs
I just showed my ass last
night I had a blast
My jewelery was so bright haters
put theirs in the trash
Pulled up in somethin' fast just
to make them haters mad
Rims with paper tag paper
bag full of cash
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