Gucci Everything

Gucci Everything Lyrics Red Cafe feat. Chief Keef, The Game, French Montana & Fabolous

Mixtape: American Psycho

Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci Gucci everything

[Red Cafe]
Realest nigga living
Fuck a nigga's feelings
I woke up this morning, hit the block and made a killing
Them ladies they all love it
My niggas be plugging
Graduated college, mama, but chose thugging
(What else?)
We got all the money if ya'll was looking for it
My life is a movie, my Gucci imported
I just do this shit for a hobby
Wearing all this jewelry, exciting the Federales
All this Covali, Versace and Gucci everything
I know I'm shallow, but fuck it (Gucci, Gucci everything)
She ain’t got no titties, but she got hella ass
I ain’t got no credit
But I got hella cash
Cop it, cook it, whip it, package it and dump it
I’m the realest nigga living
Red alert…
Red alert…
Real nigga ‘til I die though
Gucci everything, bitch


[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Well I got Gucci everything, I'mma need a wedding ring
To get married to this money, I swear it’s my everything
I want everything
I own everything
My niggas on alert, yeah they on everything (bang, bang)
My wrist got me chilling (bling), the villain of the village
Bitch I am the realest, stacking up my millions
I'm doing everything, you not doing anything
And my boys stay strapped, I just hope my enemies
Got they gun, better run, cause we shooting everything
Get Fredo off the cut then you ruin everything
Money is the motto, I ball hard, no lotto
And bitch I need my money, need my money… pronto
We shoot up your condo, we ain’t with the convo
We gon’ bring everything and hit you with that combo


[Verse 3: French Montana]
We stopping everything
Versace everything,
We copping everything, you niggas copy everything
Bitch, Louis everything
Gucci everything,
That Imax 3D, movie everything
Bitch I’m cooping everything
We shooting everything
And when I fuck your main bitch, I put on everything
Realest niggas living
Balling like a Piston
Horse power, all powder, everything we whipping

[Verse 4: Game]
G-U double C-I, nigga
J's on like I'm from the Chi, nigga
I go hard best style, nigga
Two chains on, no lie, nigga
I walk in the Gucci store with them bands
Holding on the arm is something real tan
Walk out the store in something that’s real cold (burr)
Gucci mane
Gucci car, Gucci van, Gucci shirt, Gucci sleeves
Backpack like my hood, hoe, a lot of fucking G's
I been fucking with Gucci since I was seventeen
I'm a blood, getting money, that’s that red mixed with green
Look in my closet

Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Married to this bitch, Gucci wedding ring
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Married to this bitch, Gucci wedding ring


[Verse 5: Fabolous]
I say money over hoes
I like that broad and everything
They got to except it though, I swipe my card and everything
Let her rock the mic
She like recording everything
Tongue out, legs open, Michael Jordan everything
I be washing niggas up, they say I'm bathing everything
First they wouldn’t give us none, then they gave us everything
When I got some paper, I bought my favorite everything
That's why I’m so icey…
Rodney Davis everything
(Who that?) Gucci, I roll up like sushi
I'm dipping in the white shit with the wings
Blue cheese
Green stripe, red stripe, green stripe nigga
I can't miss, infrared beam type nigga


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