Gucci Mane - Bring Them Things lyrics
rate mefeat. Chief Keef & Yung Fresh
How I’m going crazy, crazy, crazy, bitch I get it
These bitches poppin mollies like hippist in the 60’s
Bring your ass to east atlanta, I don’t do deliveries
I’m talking like I’m Tony Montana, homes ain’t killin’ no children
Top of Savannah with blue new balances
And bricks all under the building
Homegirl said I’m the man gettin money,
But I ain’t seen a nigga, I missed it
New Lambo and I’m sittin real low, slidin around without my ceiling
Used to be my hoe, you can have that hoe
My nigga, I ain’t got no feelings
For I started rappin Gucci Mane was sellin dope
Her brother wanna meet me but I’m still sayin no
Call my phone again, I’mma have to tell him go
Two-hundred squares, a hundred pairs, what’s your price? Low?
[Hook]
Bring them things in, bring them things in
When you come in, make sure you have them dividends
Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds so I can easily count it
Man, I’m goin hard, summertime, dude forge a mountain
How you doin? I’m goin stupid, goin dumb, bitch
I’m a Zone 3, nigga, you know I’m on that slum shit
And my nigga from that Six, and he jugglin all them bricks
And he fuckin with your French, and they know the streets is back
Johnny Dame on my wrist, cost bout a couple bricks
Got Vellanos on my whips, Forgiatos on my whips
Got the 40 on my hip, with bout 50 in the clip
Hit the kitchen, hit the strip grab some pounds and some zips
If the block sellin here, hit your block, let it rip
Give me top in that Six, bitch, my watch very clear
And my pockets very fat, and I stay spendin racks
Spend them stacks, get it back, twelve chickens in the back
Migos meet me in the front, bitch, this ain’t what I want
Try to play me like a punk, my niggas’ll leave you slumped
Migos meet me in the front, bitch, this ain’t what I want
Try to play me like a punk, my niggas’ll leave you slumped
[Hook]
Bring them things in, bring them things in
When you come in, make sure you have them dividends
Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds so I can easily count it
Man, I’m goin hard, summertime, dude forge a mountain
How you doin? I’m goin stupid, goin dumb, bitch
I’m a Zone 3, nigga, you know I’m on that slum shit
And my nigga from that Six, and he jugglin all them bricks
And he fuckin with your French, and they know the streets is back
Juugin off them millions, on the table, hit the city
Man, we got cameras in the front, receivin, backin in
When you come in, make sure you have them hundreds, then
We count dividends, only conversatin if you spend
Super-charged, straight A, charge it, see it on them rims
Hit you fuckin head in, you been a real nigga when
If you wanna buy ten, come and buy thirty-six
Charge em thiry-two nicks, that’s a five for the dry
Benz top circumcised and you know the body wide
Glock 9 on my thigh, hidden right between, I
Young, fly street nigga, bitch, I’m from New Jack City
Have a temper around women, if you want it, come get it, fresh
[Hook]
Bring them things in, bring them things in
When you come in, make sure you have them dividends
Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds so I can easily count it
Man, I’m goin hard, summertime, dude forge a mountain
How you doin? I’m goin stupid, goin dumb, bitch
I’m a Zone 3, nigga, you know I’m on that slum shit
And my nigga from that Six, and he jugglin all them bricks
And he fuckin with your French, and they know the streets is back.
