gucci mane - payday lyrics
[intro: gucci mane]
produce by drumma, featuring the game
drumsquad dj’s in the bulidin’ with me, i’m rockin’ with you
1017 drumsqaud dj, you know how we rockin’
[verse 1: gucci mane]
they say kush is my cologne
i say, “is it me”? i’m easier to smell
than i am to see
them rolex on my wrist cost ’bout ten bricks at least
i stole your b-tch right under you, cause i’mma beast
diamond’s on my knuckles, gucci on my buckle
if you want some trouble we can do the f-ckin’ royal rumble
i’m on now, it’s in k!lla
you wanna win, bet a real with a real n-gga
i’m trapped out, she c0ked out
fifty bags of gas, room smoked out
i double back, then change routes
call back he need a 9 and a half a pound
it’s gucci
[hook: gucci mane] (x2)
everybody wasted, like it’s payday
the whole world faded, like it’s payday
bottles poppin’ crazy, like it’s your birthday
we smokin’ chronic crazy, like dr. dre day
[verse 2: game]
n-gga i’m a motherf-ckin’ k!lla
used to run with a pack of motherf-ckin’ gorillas
i’m about my scrilla, i’m about my gang
s double o – w – double o n-gga we insane
talkin’ to me bout gucci, n-gga lost his f-ckin’ brain
automatic, we tune his -ss up like t-pain
n-gga we ain’t entertainers, we nothin’ like rambo
pull up in them lambos, and hop out with them bangers
n-gga i be makin’ bangers, my plaques they be platinum
my rims they be platinum, so them b-tches know what’s happinin’
when gucci get to rappin’ all them haters be quiet
flocka start shakin’ his dreads n-ggas start a riot
black wall bricksquad, chrome four fifth squad
phantom got diarrhea i can’t stop sh-ttin’ on ’em
sittin’ on them sixers, like doc in his hayday
rollin’ up them swishers, cause n-gga it’s, n-gga it’s payday
[hook]
[verse 3: gucci mane]
stoned, they wasted
they can’t feel they face, gotta take it
it’s so hard to shake how i bake it
cook cakes like the chef in the bakery
i’m just tryin’ to make it through makin’
i got a sweet jug in actin’
i got a c0ke connect he a haitian
i had a weedman, but he a has been
i gotta smoke the gas ’til the -ss end
they wanna jack me, but that’s a dead end
this ar-15 will make your headspin (two times)
i’ll even drop the top like janet jackson (two crimes)
[hook]
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