Текст песни Long Money - Gucci Mane
Jacuzzi
on
the
roof
Ugly
hoes
don't
get
the
time
of
day
Chiefing
on
sativa
Smell
the
reefer
from
a
mile
away
Pistol
in
my
coupe
Try
my
troops
You'll
get
blown
away
Gucci
Mane
got
long
money
Bitch
that's
all
I
got
to
say
Gucci
mane
got
long
money
That's
what
them
bitches
say
Gucci
mane
got
long
money
That's
what
them
bitches
say
Gucci
mane
got
long
money
That's
what
them
bitches
say
I
ain't
even
gotta
talk
My
money
conversate
We
been
stunting
Got
a
money
tree
I
drown
the
bitch
with
money
Ferrari
with
Them
bumble-bee
Forgiato
sitting
up
under
it
("How
many
carats
in
that
bracelet
baby?")
I
think
about
200
Plus
I
hit
the
club
with
50k
Let's
keep
this
shit
100
Got
a
couple
houses
Ghetto
spouses
In
my
penthouse
Smoking
ounces
Came
up
selling
ki's
and
ounces
Half
a
pound
White,
Gold,
and
Brown
My
pants
sag
Grams
wear
'em
down
These
kats
are
trying
to
go
downtown
Just
to
walk
around
and
window
shop
I
shut
them
all
down
everytime
Everytime
that
I
hit
the
scene
Fresher
than
I
wanna
be
Cover
of
the
magazine
Back
of
the
limousine
Stacks
in
my
denim
jeans
Hoes
gone
remember
me
458
ship
to
me
from
Italy
612
sitting
outside
the
facilities
911
Gucci
ice
game
killing
me
Came
a
long
way
from
drug
dealing
Waking
up
rich
is
a
great
feeling
Couple
million
stashed
for
my
grandchildren
Just
hand
counted
me
a
coupe
half
million
Up
on
'em
Pull
up
on
'em
Like
a
bird
drop
low
And
shit
on
'em
Piss
on
'em
Spit
on
'em
Tell
them
haters
Gucci
got
rich
on
'em
It's
GUCCI!!
Every
city
I
make
magic
I
make
money
disappear
Cause
they
attracted
me
How
clear
these
diamonds
Blinging
in
my
ear
So
many
wanna
marry
me
I'm
married
to
the
game
Cocaine
put
me
in
position
Swagger
brought
me
all
the
fame
I
need
accountants
to
help
me
count
it
Rolls-Royce
I
mount
it
Corvette
painted
candy
Drop
the
top
And
bitches
crowd
it
Houses
in
Zone
6
All
my
niggas
hustlers
And
robbers
Don't
fuck
with
us
You'd
be
better
off
Fucking
off
with
Angel
Dust
I'm
racked
up
Like
a
pool
table
Stay
draped
up
And
Purple
Label
Drank
purple
drank
Smoke
purple
weed
Got
a
purple
car
And
long
paper
Every
day
thank
the
Lord
that
I
wake
Every
day
living
like
my
last
day
Shine
so
bright
rock
stupid
ice
More
carats
in
my
chain
than
a
carrot
cake
Money
short
He
running
out
I'm
bussin'
out
Can't
close
the
vault
Ain't
my
fault
It's
yo
fault
Nobody
stays
here
This
my
money's
house
Stash
house
Stocked
up
Try
to
fuck
shit
Get
chopped
up
I'm
rocked
up
Stay
blocked
up
I
ain't
locked
up
But
I'm
guaped
up
It's
GUCCI!!!
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