To Be Loved lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean]
I think I love her (hey, hey, hey)
..met a girl name Susie, I let her join my...
..met a girl name Susie, I let her join my...
Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him
Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
It ain't no love in this city
sh*t this industry so finicky
I rather f*ck a stripper to be loved
And I'm thuggin' in the club
In the hood, in the mall, anywhere
I do not want to be loved
It's too emotional, it's business never personal
I coulda went commercial but that's not what I does
You need a hug lil' n*gga
You a scrub lil' n*gga
I'm a shooter, I do not want to be loved

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
[?] reminded, you've been blinded
Looking for a squad like mine you can't find it
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, jay
Bricksquad records go hard in the paint
Got my shirt just like Wooh Da Kid
Ain't nothing changed, Bricksquad the sh*t
Came out reppin' straight drop
I signed myself, now Gucci rich
Heavy gonja rolling bricks, 200K on promotion
Funny thing about it, did it all in just one weekend
Homie want to be a soulja but the books are closing
I'm D'd up in my office, hit the button curtains open
So you can keep your love baby, bust that pus*y open
Cause I'm the king of diamonds, East Atlanta, I'm the spokesman
I'm boastin', takin' pictures posin'
Smoking like a locomotive
This man serve since Souuth Dakota
Touch down with 100 soldiers
Taking cola, taking over, should be in a rockin' roller
Hall of fame, is Gucci Mane, my chain is colder bipolar
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
It ain't no love in this city
sh*t this industry so finicky
I rather f*ck a stripper to be loved
And I'm thuggin' in the club
In the hood, in the mall, anywhere
I do not want to be loved
It's too emotional, it's business never personal
I coulda went commercial but that's not what I does
You need a hug lil' n*gga
You a scrub lil' n*gga
I'm a shooter, I do not want to be loved

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean]
These hoes don't love me
There tryna fool me
You cannot trick me, yellow my time piece
Gucci Mane, I love you, I really love me
That's why I'm buying diamonds, my flow is that sweet
Gucci Mane is so street, I love South Beach
Shout out to Wyclef, I love Haiti
Shout out to Bun B, we miss Pimp C
I love 8 Ball & MJG, f*ck n*ggas hate me
f*ck with [?] the long way, big ups to Master P
These lames ain't gotta like me or come and hug me
White girl with me, snortin' off her car keys
You don't love me, n*gga you don't love me (I think I love her)
I'm back b*tch, yeah I'm back b*tch
Did you miss me or miss my raps b*tch
I'm writing history I'm writing history
You n*ggas OV, yeah ain't you history
(It's Gucci)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
It ain't no love in this city
sh*t this industry so finicky
I rather f*ck a stripper to be loved
And I'm thuggin' in the club
In the hood, in the mall, anywhere
I do not want to be loved
It's too emotional, it's business never personal
I coulda went commercial but that's not what I does
You need a hug lil' n*gga
You a scrub lil' n*gga
I'm a shooter, I do not want to be loved