D&D

D&D - What's Gucci feat Kevin McCall lyrics

rate me

I know inside a strip club, but it’s looking that way

Bottle let her bring the fireworks my way,

She popping on a nigga and I love it,

I can throw a stack at her, baby girl I can touch it if you wanna

Make it, make it, make it, make it nasty

Guaranteed it ain’t a lot of girls walking past me, past me, past me

Girl you looking fancy, drop top convertible

You know I be smashing

What’s Gucci, that booty, girl turn around

That booty do some to me, to me

What’s Gucci, Gucci, Gucci

That booty, booty, booty

Girl turn around

That booty please some do me, do me

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack girl, you know what it is

Racks on racks on racks on racks girl

I wanna see you strip

So which one of y’all coming back to the crib

Throw money in your face girl

I see you whining up your waist girl

If you didn’t know, you’re fucking with a winner

Conversation with your ass, can I take it out to dinner, dinner, dinner

What’s Gucci, that booty, girl turn around

That booty do some to me, to me

What’s Gucci, Gucci, Gucci

That booty, booty, booty

Girl turn around

That booty please some do me, do me

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

I got a lot of hoes, I should water something

They give me super head, call them wonder woman

Throw it in reverse, better break out yeah balling

Crib full of money call it stack house

Hop in the Panamera and smash out

Keep em vibing it for me, I hear you racked out

Bitch see the crib and wanna move it

After I hit it and quit it, I throw that ass out

These niggas mad cause they need money

You wasn’t … you just never say money

Louie belt cost a couple hunneds

She wanna fuck with me and Brizzy saw I told her, run it, run it

Dime piece shit, dozen

If you married I can hit it better than your husband

K mac I know you heard the man

I’m throwing hunneds with damn D so pop it for a stack

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack.

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