Gucci Gucci

One big room full of bad bitches (Oh my God, it's Kreayshawn) One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches And we stunting like Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada Them basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada Them basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada Them basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother I put that on my partner, I put that on my family Oakland city represent, address me as your majesty Yeah, you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown I smoke a million Swisher blunts and I ain't never coming down Bitch, you ain't no Barbie, I see you work at Arby's Number 2, super-sized, hurry up, I'm starving Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical See me at your college campus, baggie full of Adderalls Call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost See them other chicken heads? They don't never leave the coop I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate Bridge I'm colder than the fridge and the freezer I'm snatching all your bitches at my leisure One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches And we stunting like Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada Them basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada Them basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada I'm lookin' like Madonna, but I'm flossing like Ivana Trump You know I keep that work in my trunk Got my hand on the pump if you wanna press your luck I'm yelling, "Free V-Nasty!" 'til my throat is raspy Young, rich and flashy, I be where the cash be You can't find that? I think you need a Google Map My pearl-handled kitty-cat will leave and press your noodle back Now Google that, groupies follow me like Twitter I'm rolling up my catnip and shitting in your litter Why you looking bitter? I be looking better The type of bitch that make you wish that you ain't never met her The editor, director, plus I'm my own boss So posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss Which means nobody getting over me I got the swag, and it's pumping out my ovaries One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches One big room full of bad bitches And we stunting like Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada Them basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada Them basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother Oh, all you basic ass hoes out there Man, I got rooms full of bad bitches They don't need Gucci, they don't need Louis We swagging, ayy, meow

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Finesse Too hard A million dollars don't excite me (at all) Model bitches can't entice me (at all) Still a street nigga, white jumpsuit, black Glock, dirty white Nikes (I'm street) Still'll put them things in a rental (finesse 'em) Crack his head down the middle (I got 'em) And I'm certified everywhere I go (go), I don't need a vouch, I'm official (I'm him) They wanna stop me like Jeffrey Simmons (Jeffrey Simmons) I'm from Memphis, I grew up and walked to Simmons (Eastside) If you ain't from the block, you the opposition (opposition) If you wasn't sellin' dope, you was killin', pimpin' (pimp) Robbin', stealin' (Rob) Whatever to get it, just get it (just get it) It ain't just on me, it's in me (in me) I speak the truth, I'm a realist (a realist) I ain't just dedicated, I'm committed (committed) Pull up, white Polo tee, Palm Angels sweats VVS baguettes, they knew I was next Locked down twenty-three hours, one hour wrecked Look at me now, everything together (everything) If I changed, I changed for the better Everybody wanna shine with me, but we ain't stayin' in the rain together Can't hang together (go) Gucci finessin', these niggas regressin' Call me a clone, but I call it progressin' (well, damn) I went to jail and it taught me a lesson I took a bird and turned it to a blessin' Wop got a fetish for chasin' the lettuce She tryna finesse me to get some baguettes (ho) Niggas pathetic, diss me and regret it I took the cash and let them take the credit (wow) Life is hectic, keep it kosher steady, don't need no medic (woo) Lost in Vegas, I ain't sweated, picked up a bag and I ain't bet it (no) My niggas rich with millions, but we felons Your niggas did the killings, but they tellin' (pussy) Every time I hit the county, I was sellin' Brother front the pack, I was seven (true) Matter of fact, I was in the seven J's showin' love, call me Kevin Forgive me, Lord, I really need a reverend (huh) Play with Wop, you're on your way to heaven (Lord) Gucci pulled up in a 911 (skrrt) Raisin' terror like it's 9/11 (mmm) Took a nigga weapon without a weapon (wow) He screamin' "Help," but knowin' they can't help him (it's Gucci)