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gucci mane - hood rich (feat. oj da juiceman) lyrics

[hook]
i got twenty on my neck
ten on my wrist
five on my b-tch
n-gga i’m hood rich
i be booming, i be bunking, i be trapping like a b-tch
i be booming, i be bunking, i be trapping like a b-tch
i got twenty on my neck
ten on my wrist
five on my b-tch
n-gga i’m hood rich
i be booming, i be bunking, i be trapping like a b-tch
i be booming, i be bunking, i be trapping like a b-tch

[verse 1]
neman marcus shopping
prada shoe walking
diamonds in my chain got my chest moonwalking
michael jackson b-tch
n-gga i’m hood rich
i’m booming off the chain and i’m moving bricks
black and white diamond got my wrist doing flips
p-ssy yellow diamond blow your main girl a kiss
pull up in a maserati looking like a [?]
with the oj piece cost twenty [?]
eating calamari pasta, heavy on the shrimp
calamari pasta, heavy on the shrimp
shawty say it’s [?]
lookin’ real ridiculous
green stones are pickely
send these b-tches to [?]
literally and figuratively, hottest in the industry
when they get a load of me, pack boy sacking groceries
crazy color carrots got your baby momma mad at me
it would be a tragedy if she would join the faculty

[verse 2]
i got twenty on my neck
fifty on my finger
i’m a million dollar n-gga so i’m changing my demeanor
i got stacks of this sh-t
i did it cause i want to
i got bales of this sh-t
i did it cause i grind foo’
catch me flexing on a b-tch
riding clean in the old school
money out the -ss so you know that i’m a young fool
why you talk like that?
cause i’m a cocaine [?] so i can flex like that
fifteen on my neck
seven five on my wrist
what you know bout mr. [?] with this scale b-tch
my trap on fire
my trap doin’ numbers
the diamonds in my watch look like cuc-mbers
in the trap them bricks going for a cool [?]
stealing bases like sammy sosa playing for the cubs
i be hustling, i be working, i be trapping like a b-tch
i guess that’s why my swag so arrogant

[verse 3]
see i’m a shiner, i’m a grinder, i be all of the above
and if you want it i can get it cause i be plugged with them drugs
i might be low but ain’t not joke i keep the pistol by my side
it ain’t no license [?] just the way i’m gon’ ride
my money keep talking
i tell these n-ggas keep walking
in the trap i be postin’ but in the club i be ballin’
my pockets is low
my n-ggas know what it is
i ain’t coming to the trap until i catch me a l!ck
stupid fruity swag
that’s l.a. up on that sh-t
i be booming, i be bunking, yeah i stay up on that sh-t
god d-mn i’m getting money
man i’m trapping like a fool
in the [?] posted up [?] without my tool
two for five where i be
n-ggas shine where i be
zaytoven you a fool, d-mn you riding on that beat
n-gga know where i be, posted [?]
you can drive thru my trap n-gga call my sh-t mcdonalds

- gucci mane lyrics

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