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Gucci Mane

Bet Money

 

Bet Money

(album: Trap House Four - 2014)


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Break a 9 to a bunch of dimes then you grind up
Money got me showin my ass can't even hold my pants up
20 niggas standin on the flat all getting off
Found a junkie dead in Brooke Lake with his hands sawed
Try me in the 6 I'm gone raise this 45 up
Shave a brick put it back together that's a lineup
Remix the chick use a little cut that's a temp fade
And if he got a chopper never ever bring a switchblade
And I'm a multimillionaire I gotta couple hundred on me
And I'm a mack I tote a strap I make you stick yourself like tony
I'd give a nigga my whole stash if he can take this jewelry off me
And I'm so bossy in my office smoking Kush and drinking coffee

[Hook: K Camp]
They say I couldn't get rich out here bet money
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Bout that bread y'all niggas out here too funny
Hit yo chick then leave her with no money

[Verse 2: K Camp]
Money is the motive if you speak it then I'm with ya
All them sideline niggas they get cropped out the picture
If you ask me if I'm ready got yo ho on a mission
Catch me runnin through yo city like a damn politician
Boy I'm all about a check she don't ask no questions
Man she all about the neck say she wanna crash
So I let my partners rent
Lookin at that nigga that stay flyer than a jet
They don't hear me yet
I'm gone get that check bet money
Y'all niggas out here funny
You know a young nigga on the go
Gotta have that green like Gumby
I'm a fool with the dough too clumsy
On the clock Monday through Sunday
Everyday gotta get that money
And I learned that from the big homie

[Hook: K Camp]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I'm like eleven of them back give me that fucking walkie talkie
Then you lost me when you said you'd never cross me then you crossed me
And these hoes catch the vapors like Biz Markie
And since they brought me these keys, niggas idolize me
Critics criticize me, haters sabotage me
I get angry then I come through in a camouflaged v
Better recognize that my killers ain't gonna jeopardize me
I know these fuck niggas with they could paralyze me

[Hook: K Camp]

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