Lyrics Playin with the Money - Gucci Mane

I feel like easy with these low sums
Lookin for some dusty shit to smoke on
She's so fine, need a bad bitch to poke on
I love trap bitches, that's a grown foursome
Put yo hands up if you mind is real on
Put yo lighter up if you smoking real strong
Got this strong back here like Incredible Hulk
Red diamonds on my wrist matched these red trucks
And if a duck weren't up to be a dead duck
They call me Guwap cuz I got my bread up
I put a dude up and I do up in a red cup
These niggas playin games, now they got me fed up

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Playin with the money, playin with the money
Havin money nigga, I ain't havin paper problems
Playin with the money, playin with the money
I'm havin paper nigga, I ain't havin paper problems
If I was going broke nigga I'll rob ya
If I was going broke nigga I'll rob ya
If you need some work fool nigga I'll front ya
If you need some work fool nigga I'll front ya

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It's Gucci Mane the playa, feel like Nino at the cop
Only difference bout it, I'm the East Atlanta jug
Used to get the work and the pills came from flood
And you my protégé but I can never ride to Mars
Hoppin doors with your main hoes, kalamari posh
In the Ferrari California, send them Forgiatos
And your girlfriend said she bring me but you know you not the father
In my plug with a band of pussy, then I wouldn't robbed her
Got em grinning with MN 95's cuz I just came from Boston
Try to follow me on I85, well fuck ya I done last ya
Amigo say don't like to fuck with blunts cuz all these niggas didn't cross school
I cross the trash, ran up the set,
These hoes say that I'm awesome

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Playin with the money, playin with the money
Havin money nigga, I ain't havin paper problems
Playin with the money, playin with the money
I'm havin paper nigga, I ain't havin paper problems
If I was going broke nigga I'll rob ya
If I was going broke nigga I'll rob ya
If you need some work fool nigga I'll front ya
If you need some work fool nigga I'll front ya