Pretty b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
"Listen to the track b*tch!" echoes
Ay yeah girl... ay yeah
(Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr) Gucci (brr-brr!)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
The pretty b*tches love me, them b*tches love me
I think them b*tches love that I'm a bottle popper

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
She caught up in my love triangle
I used to sell them things in triangles
And that was when I was in the eighth grade
Now I'm self made; and I'm high paid
n*gga you ain't even in my tax bracket
I'm pulling Gucci denim off the clothes racket
Gucci man, it's the Gucci crew
Brick Squad rappers, n*gga who are you?
What it do n*gga? What's poppin?
By them 30 next summer we droppin
We back again, yeah we back again
And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
The pretty b*tches love me, them b*tches love me
I think them b*tches love that I'm a bottle popper
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I pull up in that black and red Challenger
A com-pe-tition, where the challengers?!
I pull up in that 'Rari with them other ones
And thinkin 'bout it, I'm goin and gettin another one
Gucci Mane I run the land from Africa to Pakistan
Understand and overstand, Gucci Mane in Overland
What a fine ass yellow bonnnnnnnnnne
She got it goin on
Now I got so many chains on they don't know what's goin on
Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong
Find the number in my phone and don't know what be goin wronnnng
She had it goin on

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
The pretty b*tches love me, them b*tches love me
I think them b*tches love that I'm a bottle popper

[Verse 3: Wale]
Brr, brr, ay, lemme see, okay
A-T-L they know my name, Magic City throw some change
Flyest n*gga in this b*tch, and I don't even own no chain
Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my sh*t oh so great
And that's why she been feelin me.. and y'all got that novocaine
Go for mine, that ball sh*t, pour Ciroc 'til I'm nauseous
Stuck up when, she sober when, she rollin got no conscience
She OD's on Louboutin, she work at that nudie bar
Told her do it for the money, get your Cameron Newton on
Green we can all burn(AuBurn), 'til I am the highest man(heisman)
Y'all a bunch of pussies, why the f*ck y'all near the lion's den?
Paper planes, pilotin, Y-S-L attirin'
Way a n*gga be in gals you'd think I know Esiason
Burrrr!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
The pretty b*tches love me, them b*tches love me
I think them b*tches love that I'm a bottle popper