Gucci Bag lyrics

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants
You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag
You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag
I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag
And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag

[Verse 1: Dolla Boy]
Feds hot, they on my ass, gotta shake 'm off
They wanna half me on the go, they get shaken off
Hoe, they been off, I'm bout to do a major cost, shoppin on the lot
Know I'm scrapen paper off windows, etc, pillos and extras
Gs will respect us, or we'll make it treacherous
That's what we do, ever play Tetris
Or better yet Grand Theft, shootin up your Lexis
Once was the half not, till we start progressin
f*ck goin half now, we want this whole section
South side, we wrecklis
Columbine F ones, specials, with the dollar sign sketches
n*ggas bout to hate us, my lawyer never call back
My case never came up, so it's time to blaze up
Streets, they don't want that, guess you wanna blame us
When you see us, you need Jesus to save us

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants
You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag
You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag
I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag
And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I got Gucci on the armrest, next to a freak
Walkin through the projects, with Gucci on my feet
I put Gucci on the seet, when I customise the Vert
Unzip the top, my car look like a perse
I'm up in Gucci, poppin tags in my Gucci glasses
I leave with two hoes, and put them in the Jag
My duffle full of purple, with them Gs on the side
So now I'm like, f*ck you, I got Gs on my side
Seven four five, four fives inside
Eat speghetti on the selli, with Parelli on the time
I count fetti on the telli, watchin Belly or The Wire
And my belly all tatted, like I bairly ever tired
If you need some money, hoe, Magic City hiring
And if there is demand, we will supply it
See, I'm the man, if I like it, I buy it
But I ain't none of your man, b*tch, stop lyin

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants
You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag
You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag
I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag
And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag

[Verse 3: Shawnna]
You n*ggas don't take me serious
You n*ggas goin make me furious
I be in something so luxurious
Your b*tch is lookin at my jewelry
Cocaine, no, you see me with that high dro
Just another misdemeanor for the five O
f*ck another family, just up in the tiho
Member me and Lil G, up in Chicago
We keep them pipes breathin, Gucci in the Rolls gold, the flow seepin
You see a couple of hoes, stealin
You pop beas, the don piece for no reason
At home, millions in fetti, no treason
It don't have no meanin, you is not speakin
Yeah, now let a n*gga try to f*ck with that
Cause Shawnna got a couple jabs in my duffle bag
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants
You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag
You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag
I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag
And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag