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gutta100 - levitate lyrics

[intro]
(memphis got the money bags)
y’all already know
its your boy, gutta
ima just sit back and levitate, yea
when you getting money, that when they love to hate, yea

[chorus]
pour up a 4 of this medicine
ima just sit back and levitate
when you getting money they love to hate
i think they sick boy, look at they face
i’m just tryna get a bag
got more money than a dad
f-ck boujee i want bad
you can call me mr. gucci how i keep the guwop in the bag
pour up a 4 of this medicine
ima just sit back and levitate
when you getting money they love to hate
i think they sick boy, look at they face
i’m just tryna get a bag
got more money than a dad
f-ck boujee i want bad
you can call me mr. gucci how i keep the guwop in the bag

[verse 1]
pour up a 4 of this medicine
ima just sit back and levitate
since i got cake people h-lla fake
don’t call my phone (huh) i went straight
i’m just running up my bag
i’m just tryna stay up in my lane
ion want it i’m like f-ck the fame
told her keep her clothes on just gimme brain
all night bussin’ play
selling chips i a’int talking bout frito-lays
got more money than her bae
that’s why she wanna come stay
she wanna f-ck me all night
but i gotta catch a flight
so i cannot stay the night
in her phone number saved under plumber, she love how i lay the pipe
what you need , vacuum seal it, send it to you, yea i can get you right
i’m in love with the blue cheese
gotta run it up by any means
running back with the sack
touchback off that
tryna triple everything i touch
gotta run this money up and that’s a must

[verse 2]
f-ck boujee i want bad
throw the money in the bag
tryna save me up a whole lot of cash
white boy but i’m still dripping swag
balmain hanging all off my -ss
when i was broke they used to laugh at my -ss
now i’m flexing got a whole lot of cash
got more money than her dad
that’s why that p-ssy hoe mad
i sent my lil woe on a mission
all of us after a ticket
50/50 how we split it
creep slow, ski mask, black gloves how we gon have a witness
i’m just tryna get a sack
so momma i’m done pushing packs
show coming in back to back
hater was hating on me said i wouldn’t make it well look where im at
got 2 kids i gotta feed
i’ll be d-mned if you take me
i’m still in these streets
roadrunnin’ with my team
tryna chase me up some cheese
babygirl keep on your clothes
i’m just tryna get some throat
if not, you can go
and i pray to god this rap sh-t fall through cause i’m tired of selling dope

[chorus]
pour up a 4 of this medicine
ima just sit back and levitate
when you getting money they love to hate
i think they sick boy, look at they face
im just tryna get a bag
got more moeny than a dad
f-ck boujie i want bad
you can call me mr. gucci how i keep the guwop in the bag
pour up a 4 of this medicine
ima just sit back and levitate
when you getting money they love to hate
i think they sick boy, look at they face
im just tryna get a bag
got more moeny than a dad
f-ck boujie i want bad
you can call me mr. gucci how i keep the guwop in the bag

[outro]
ima just sit back and levitate
i think they sick boy, look at they face
im just tryna get a bag
got more moeny than a dad
f-ck boujie i want bad
you can call me mr. gucci how i keep the guwop in the bag
(memphis got the money bags)

- gutta100 lyrics

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