Light ft. SNIK - Gucci Mane lyrics



Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh
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I'm like "Hey, what's up, hello"
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
Got 50, 60 grand, 500 grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
She came whipping that cake for the hustle
Ey, she cooking that steak in the oven
Got pies on the side I can bake by the dozen
Give a shake to them bitches in front of it, it's nothing
Bando, bomb shell, miss?? who mix well

Fish scale, hopping out that V-12, this female
All about them eagles
Queen flips, I'm on regal

She sells seashells, hydro with that pyro
Getting money, getting it right though????? that white flow
Contraband for survival, you light though
Bobby got his eyes low

Ready for that pop, though
Is that so?
Anything for that guap flow
We got drugs, you got us
And I get high with my baby
I'ma be the one that will ride or die with ya baby
Yeah, and I'ma slide for ya baby
I just wanna get a number one with ya baby, yeah
Freshest nigga ever seen, pull up in a Limousine
Hit you with a magazine, now they play a violin
Took that bitch right from your team
I turned that bitch, she work for me
First they brought me 30 Gs
Next they brought me 30 keys
I risk my life for 30 bricks
I swear to God I'd do it again
Gucci mane the topping tree
[?] fuck I mean
I'mma keep my [?]
[?] hit your spleen
Count my money with machine
Now you should know
Oh, now you should know
With a bad bitch and a grand national
It's just politics, I'm taxing ya
You're like a grilled cheese, nigga, I'm smashing ya
You just a daddy boy, nigga, so your dad beats ya
Macaroni, boy, you're only blinding me
And I told the squad like every nigga signed to me
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
I met you in the kitchen whippin' in a bando
And Imma need you to cook a baby
And when you cook that baby, I'mma buy you a Mercedes
Look at the thighs on her
Oh, I wanna ride on her
And we in a coupe goin' crazy
Go to Venezuela, that's a getaway vacation
She the trap queen, she cook it
I'm the trap king, I bring the cash
You a pussy, so I took your bag
If you get money with your baby say "yeaaahhh"
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
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