More songs by Gucci Mane
Description
Vocals: Gucci Mane
Producer: London Jae
Producer: DBTZ
Masterer: Colin Leonard
A& R Manager: Gucci Mane
A And R Administrator: Irene Sourlis
Recorded By: Ladarius Byrd
Mixer: Thomas "Tillie" Mann
Writer: Radric Davis
Writer: Jaucquez Lowe
Writer: Ladarius Byrd
Lyrics and translation
Original
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She say she only fuck with bitches, well, we got somethin' in common
She work out and mind her business, well, we got somethin' in common (huh)
Say she don't take shit from niggas, well, we got somethin' in common (it's Gucci)
She love money, she addicted, girl, we got somethin' in common (Wop)
Spend that shit like it's my birthday every day of the month (yeah)
Valet the coupe on Ocean Drive, hop out iced out when I stunt (huh)
Ain't got to front, my motor in the back, trunk in the front (it's Gucci)
Hard as a bitch, bad lil' shit with me with junk in the trunk (Wop)
It's M.O.B. for life, I used to be the one in the back (huh)
Them niggas popped out with some verses and I came harder than that (harder than that)
I'm servin' glass straight out the T-top, I go hard in the trap (yeah)
Ran up a ticket in some Reeboks, nigga, pardon, my bad (pardon, my bad)
Godfather nigga, still smoke a blunt in the wrap (ah)
Bet anybody tell you Gucci put the 6 on the map (on God)
I made a million off a rap before you niggas could rap
My gramps was jumpin' back to back before this cap-ass app
Red Phantom, bird flu, I'm fuckin' hos by the two
I'm East Atlanta Santa, nigga, who the fuck is a you?
Pulled out the lot and left the top, like what the fuck is a roof? (On God)
Hop on the E-way, do a three-way with your bitch and your boo (yeah, huh)
She say she only fuck with bitches, well, we got somethin' in common
She work out and mind her business, well, we got somethin' in common (huh)
Say she don't take shit from niggas, well, we got somethin' in common (it's Gucci)
She love money, she addicted, girl, we got somethin' in common (Wop)
Spend that shit like it's my birthday every day of the month (yeah)
Valet the coupe on Ocean Drive, hop out iced out when I stunt (huh)
Ain't got to front, my motor in the back, trunk in the front (it's Gucci)
Hard as a bitch, bad lil' shit with me with junk in the trunk (Wop)
She ridin' foreign and ridin' foreign, shawty just like me (well, damn)
She say she only fuck with bitches, so she just like me (like me)
She out the way but 'bout her business, so she somethin' like me (huh?)
Say she don't fuck with broke niggas 'cause them boys too cheap (wow)