Can’t Make This Up lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro]
Let's go
I can't make this up
(I ain't gotta write this sh*t down.. f*ck what they talkin bout)
Because I can't make this up

[Verse 1]
When you getting money they say you joined the illuminati
Only time they talkin', when you getting money
When you run the city bad b*tches come runnin'
Now they get to be in ya presence, they coming
I can f*ck a bad b*tch poor b*tch real split
I was commin' over old head like slick rick
Nothin rapper, this some OG kurkwood sh*t
(whatcha got on your plate future?) Fish and Grits!
Take a pic Snap a flick kiss my kicks they pay attention
Must they finally realize you in the murkin mix
You gone pull in line or we gone spit that venom
I'm thinkin 10 steps ahead I want my own denim
We were goin in them stackin every penny
Stretching every nickel over the same strippers
I gave it to you straight up, right down the center
We don't like rappin this car is foreign right down the center

[Hook]
I'm kickin real street talk (I can't make this up)
Imma mofukin boss (I can't make this up)
You ain't no extraordinary (I can't make this up)
Me and money got married (I can't make this up!)
Do it playa do tha sh*t (I can't make this up)
I seen u n*ggas back in '06 (I can't make this up)
Turn a club into a crib (I can't make this up)
Bought a ticket in a club (I can't make this up!)
[Verse 2]
I get this big without tryin
I'm matchin' by mistake I want that yacht I'm on my grind
I learn from my mistakes
You want it daddy go and get it
Don't never hesitate
I'm burnin hotter than some lava and I ain't takin off a day
They on my trail, like they tryin' to build a case
These rappers worser than them few
They watch you spendin' cake
They want ya style
And they often imitate
I set the trend
And I watch them duplicate it
I'm satisfied with none of this money I'm getting hungry
I'm breakin' bread with a team young n*gga we hit Columbia
Salute the troops we in them coupes like caprices
Old school player ridin' in a foreign feature
Change em up like rentals yeah we change em up like rentals
Ridin' like the president.. I'm presidential
Blowin' green like ya thought I would
It's simple
I'm coming straight up out my temple

[Hook]
I'm kickin real street talk (I can't make this up)
Imma mofukin boss (I can't make this up)
You ain't no extraordinary (I can't make this up)
Me and money got married (I can't make this up!)
Do it playa do tha sh*t (I can't make this up)
I seen u n*ggas back in '06 (I can't make this up)
Turn a club into a crib (I can't make this up)
Bought a ticket in a club (I can't make this up!)
[Verse 3]
Do You take the cash to be yo lawfully wedded wife
And Honor this bih for the rest of yo life
Yes I do till death do us part
365 yay they go hard
And we go home
Crib so big look like the Georgia dome
I'm rollin like a rollin stone, they do nothin
I pick the streets where I belong
What time were we supposed to be
Maybe its the dro in me
My girl got a girlfriend
Look like she come from overseas
Ain't nothing like these other n*ggas
I took the chicken out the bill with her
sh*t I done still in her its still in em
Who introduced you, to jimmy and tory
Change the color of the bottom of your shoe ya walkin foreign
Gotcha n*gga vip
That's very important
I done freestyled
More than you lil n*ggas recorded

[Hook]
I'm kickin real street talk (I can't make this up)
Imma mofukin boss (I can't make this up)
You ain't no extraordinary (I can't make this up)
Me and money got married (I can't make this up!)
Do it playa do tha sh*t (I can't make this up)
I seen u n*ggas back in '06 (I can't make this up)
Turn a club into a crib (I can't make this up)
Bought a ticket in a club (I can't make this up!)
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