Gucci Mane - Fuck Wit Me lyrics

rate me

I met this pretty yellow bitch her name was Jasmine

she said I'm ten times richer than her last man

I get like 50 thousand dollars on her back in

and fuck that shot with me you know I got them bags in

I'm stupid so I got my engine in the ass in

I'm in the back of my rose what I'm actin'

my wrist spin like a motherfucker win meal

I talk cash yeah I'm slicker than the old spill

your girlfriend so dick like a vacuum

excuse me I know you took that bitch to Cancun

my automor says is not fifty..

I sew flicks and bricking DDT a hoe bill

Hook:

Hopefully, hopefully

I'm running for me come and vow for me, vow for me

vow for me, smoke wit me

frown a couple bags I let you work for me

so dope for me, then blow for me

Gucci Mane I work here that's a poke for me,

she cry, she cry, fuck wit me, fuck wit me

shit is color grins I got them groceries, huh

I'm throwin money nigga like I Tom Grady

don't be surprised the Gucci fuck your whole lady

I walk down a gamma nigga you rock all night

I took your girlfriend to the spot and she was damn crazy

might just hit the club what I 80 owe

bitch just standing in the lie what they waiting on me

so much ice on that shooter, brought I won the cope

put them chick is on the table like is dinner time

you know Gucci Mane ain't the shit and nigga been a fool

teen nigga scriple bitches in my swimming pool

two topless rush and twins playing ping pong

and they say my patience short but my money long

Hook:

Hopefully, hopefully

I'm running for me come and vow for me, vow for me

vow for me, smoke wit me

frown a couple bags I let you work for me

so dope for me, then blow for me

Gucci Mane I work here that's a poke for me,

she cry, she cry, fuck wit me, fuck wit me

shit just color grins I got them groceries, huh