Lyrics Go Get Sum Mo (feat. Gucci Mane, 2 Chainz & Ty Dolla $ign) - Gucci Mane , Young Dolph , 2 Chainz , Ty Dolla $ign
This
water
on
me
got
my
neck
froze
Coupe
with
the
suicide
doors
And
I
love
all
of
my
hoes
(I
love
′em)
Yeah,
I
love
all
of
my
hoes,
ayy
She
cookin'
breakfast
with
no
clothes
I′m
some'
like
a
pimp,
that's
for
sure
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Yeah,
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Bitch
better
have
my
money,
bitch
better
have
my
money
Bitch
better
have
my
money
In
somethin′
foreign
going
200,
I
might
go
shopping
in
London
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Yeah,
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Spent
some
more
money,
beat
another
case
Riding
down
eleven
like
Scarface
6.000
dollar
tuxedo
These
bitches
just
love
a
nigga′s
lingo
Little
bitty
nigga
with
a
real
big
ego
Three
bank
accounts
with
a
whole
lot
of
zeros
Lil'
nigga
I′m
Michael,
you
Tito
I
dress
like
I
been
selling
kilos
I
put
my
side
bitch
in
a
Benz
Just
so
she
can
flex
on
her
friends
I
used
to
sell
dope
out
my
mama's
house
Then
had
all
the
money
at
grandma′s
house
I
go
on
Rodeo,
fuck
up
a
check
Smokin'
blunts
and
eating
percocets
Still
with
them
niggas
I
came
up
with
I
can
never
ever
trust
a
bitch
Addition
and
multiplication
We
runnin′
this
money
up
daily
Smashing
Instagram
sensations
For
bullshit
I
got
no
patience
I
jump
out,
I
jump
out,
I
jump
out
The
back
of
the
Phantom
rockin'
all
this
ice
I
want
it,
I
want
it,
I
want
it
I
get
it,
I
don't
give
a
fuck
what
the
price
Water
on
my
neck
got
me
froze
Coupe
got
the
suicide
doors,
yeah
Ain′t
savin′
these
hoes,
yeah
No
I
ain't
savin′
these
hoes
She
cookin'
breakfast
with
no
clothes,
yeah
I′m
somethin'
like
a
pimp,
that′s
for
sure,
yeah
Spend
it
and
go
get
some
more,
yeah
Spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Bitch
better
have
my
money,
bitch
better
have
my
money
Bitch
better
have
my
money
In
somethin'
foreign
going
200,
I
might
go
shopping
in
London
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Yeah,
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
This
rap
shit
too
easy,
my
left
wrist
too
freezy
She
butt
naked
in
the
kitchen
cookin'
breakfast,
eggs
over
easy
I′m
the
king
but
I
don′t
play
for
Cleveland
I'm
feeling
just
like
the
weed
man
When
he
got
the
hundred
keys
in
So
strong,
can′t
breathe
in
Bitch
better
have
my
guala
Looking
like
I
sell
narcota
(scurr)
Ballin'
like
I
hit
the
lotto
(pow)
And
the
devil
still
wears
Prada,
it′s
Gucci
Money
over
hoes
my
motto
How
you
bad
but
you
don't
swallow
If
I
front
you
my
product
Then
you
better
have
my
dollars,
Gucci
Scratch
front
like
I′m
Pimp
C
Big
hustle
like
Nipsey
Blue
Benz,
my
crip
B
12
sitting
on
Forgis
And
your
wife
she
choosing
Better
get
a
divorce
then
I
want
to
buy
charges
not
forcement
She
wish
she
had
an
abortion
Water
on
my
neck
got
me
froze
Coupe
got
the
suicide
doors,
yeah
Ain't
savin'
these
hoes,
yeah
No
I
ain′t
savin′
these
hoes
She
cookin'
breakfast
with
no
clothes,
yeah
I′m
somethin'
like
a
pimp,
that′s
for
sure,
yeah
Spend
it
and
go
get
some
more,
yeah
Spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Bitch
better
have
my
money,
bitch
better
have
my
money
Bitch
better
have
my
money
In
somethin'
foreign
going
200,
I
might
go
shopping
in
London
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Yeah,
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Thank
god
for
my
mama
not
using
a
condom
Wear
Dolce
Gabannas
like
they
are
pajamas
It′s
deuce
gadanas,
I
hang
with
the
hunters
And
runners
and
dealers
and
killers,
one
hundred
Every
year
I
buy
a
new
vehicle
Throw
the
girl
out
like
a
flea
flicker
I
don't
even
dodge
them
cheap
liquors
I
got
so
high
I
tried
to
eat
people
Jewelry
on
drippin'
like
a
sea
creature
Money
so
tall
I
don′t
see
people
Weed
so
loud,
can′t
keep
secret
Y'all
been
plottin′,
I
been
peepin'
Y′all
been
talkin',
I
been
thinkin′
I
been
growin',
y'all
been
shrinkin′
Big
diamond
on
my
lil
pinky
Too
much
sauce,
I
done
started
leaking
I
got
more
bars
than
precincts
I
got
more
cars
than
Reese′s,
uh
uh
I
got
more
heart
than
niggas
Put
that
on
god
my
nigga,
uh
uh
Ain't
tryna
starve
my
nigga
They
tryna
scar
a
nigga
I
told
′em:
Nah
my
nigga
If
the
godfather
my
nigga
Make
me
Brett
Favre
a
nigga
This
water
on
me
got
my
neck
froze
Coupe
with
the
suicide
doors
And
I
love
all
of
my
hoes
Yeah,
I
love
all
of
my
hoes,
ayy
(I
love
'em)
She
cookin′
breakfast
with
no
clothes
(ooh
yeah)
I'm
some′
like
a
pimp,
that's
for
sure
(ooh
yeah)
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Yeah,
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Bitch
better
have
my
money,
bitch
better
have
my
money
Bitch
better
have
my
money
In
somethin'
foreign
going
200,
I
might
go
shopping
in
London
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
Yeah,
I
spend
it
and
go
get
some
more
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