gucci mane - tootsies lyrics
[intro: gucci mane]
brr
cook that sh-t up, quay
brr, lean, blah, lean, blah, hah
[chorus: gucci mane]
this dope’ll make you do the kanye, took so many opiates
the mall ain’t even open yet but gucci made ’em open it
dr. trapenstein and i just prescribed a percocet
she ain’t even fine enough so i don’t ever wanna hit
fishtailin’ out of tootsies, bag full of hundreds
i told the dealer he can keep the talk ’cause i don’t want it
think my house is haunted, woke up seein’ a dyin’ b-tch
gucci on that don sh-t, so wealthy that my son rich
[verse 1: lil baby]
yeah
hop out that new maybach like i come from paper (that’s my fam, b-tch)
you been cuffin’ b-tches, you a super-saver (superhero)
my lil’ boy already rich, he got my future paper (checks signed)
we just parked the wraith inside the elevator (elevator)
tootsies on tuesday, in the private room making a movie
i got some vibes with me getting groovy, we at the top floor in a jacuzzi
ridin’ with some hot boys like i’m juvie, i’m on that dumb sh-t like i’m gucci (guwop)
i just spent twenty-six thousand in gucci, go ask about me, this sh-t ain’t no newsies
i was gettin’ money before it was music
i don’t drank, i don’t sip, i abuse it
i did what i did, got ’em clueless
think these adderals got me all loose (yeah)
got your b-tch on my drip, she been choosey (yeah)
she been checking me out, i been movin’ (yeah)
so much money, it’s getting confusing (yeah)
only winning, i don’t wanna lose it (yeah)
[chorus: gucci mane]
this dope’ll make you do the kanye, took so many opiates
the mall ain’t even open yet but gucci made ’em open it
dr. trapenstein and i just prescribed a percocet
she ain’t even fine enough so i don’t ever wanna hit
fishtailin’ out of tootsies, bag full of hundreds
i told the dealer he can keep the talk ’cause i don’t want it
think my house is haunted, woke up seein’ a dyin’ b-tch
gucci on that don sh-t, so wealthy that my son rich
[verse 2: gucci mane]
show me that p-ssy cat ’cause el gato got cat wrist (brr)
shooter got that rocket on him, call him james harden
we be straight ballin’, wet t-shirt contest
top ball callers and the coupe color sunkist (it’s gucci)
i be going hard on ’em, i’m on that lil pump sh-t (pump)
i don’t even know how my money got so r-t-rded
trap god, gucci sandals on like i was jesus
b-tch fine as kim k and these are not yeezy’s (it’s gucci)
[chorus: gucci mane]
this dope’ll make you do the kanye, took so many opiates
the mall ain’t even open yet but gucci made ’em open it
dr. trapenstein and i just prescribed a percocet
she ain’t even fine enough so i don’t ever wanna hit
fishtailin’ out of tootsies, bag full of hundreds
i told the dealer he can keep the talk ’cause i don’t want it
think my house is haunted, woke up seein’ a dyin’ b-tch
gucci on that don sh-t, so wealthy that my son rich
[outro: gucci mane]
wizzop, hah
lil baby
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