Radric Davis (born February 12, 1980 in Birmingham, Alabama), better known … Read Full Bio ↴Radric Davis (born February 12, 1980 in Birmingham, Alabama), better known by his stage name Gucci Mane, is an American rapper and CEO of 1017 Brick Squad Records. In 2005 he released his independent debut album, Trap House, which featured the successful single "Icy" that he recorded with Young Jeezy. He has since released a further three albums including 2006's Hard To Kill, 2007's Trap-A-Thon and 2007's Back To The Trap House. His sixth studio album, The State vs Radric Davis, was released in December 2009, just weeks after he was sent back to prison for 12 months for violating his probation. He was released in May 2010 and will now release his seventh studio album, The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted, sometime at the end of 2010.
It’s said that art mirrors life. In hip-hop’s case, there’s always been a deliberate entanglement of perception and reality. Fans demand their MCs be real…but never too real. Successful hip-hop is about the hint of the danger, the tease of it, the mystique. Hip-hop is about balance.
Gucci Mane is an artist striving for that balance, volatility versus musicality. Controversy, including a feud with former collaborator Young Jeezy, has grabbed the headlines, with insufficient regard paid to his considerable mic skills, raw talent, and business acumen. Gucci is looking to wrest his name from public speculation and let his own words do the talking.
“I wish everybody well who’s making money in this rap game,” the Atlanta-raised rapper says, dismissing the controversy that followed him in the past. “My own rap game is going so good, I’ve got so many things on my plate at my label, that I don’t got time for other people’s business.” With a deal with Asylum Records as the boss of his own label, So Icey Entertainment, Gucci does indeed have a full schedule with no time to dwell on the past.
“I live my life with no regrets. I just wish that a lot of things never happened, but anybody can wish,” says Gucci. Sounds like a man with his eyes on the prize. And you’d expect nothing less from an artist who ground his way to the top via the hustle of independent records. Signing to Big Cat Records in the wake of his local single “Black Tee,” he dropped his debut record, Trap House, in May 2005. The independent album moved an impressive 140,000 units, largely on the strength of the “Icy” single, featuring Jeezy. Clamor over song rights sparked dispute, and the resulting rift grew.
Controversy notwithstanding, Mane’s independence was cemented: “I was on the independent scene for about two years,” he recalls. “It’s crazy! You gotta go into your own pocket to support your craft. You need other avenues to have money coming in, to support your stuff. You might win, you might lose, and it’s a gamble out there with the independent circuit. One thing you’d better have is good music because without that, you go downhill fast in the independent game.”
Good music firmly in hand, Gucci was fast approaching stardom when more tragedy befell him. But let’s backtrack; how did the man born Radric Davis in Bessemer, Alabama, become Gucci Mane, mouthpiece for Atlanta stuntin’? Mane remembers little from his time in Alabama, just that it was rural, and that it’s changed dramatically since he left at the age of nine. “I gotta shout out Alabama though, because they holdin’ it down,” he affirms. “Every time I go there to do a show, I’m impressed with how hip-hop culture has taken root.”
Mane’s identity coalesced when he moved with his mother to Atlanta. “I lived all of my adolescent and adult life in Atlanta,” he explains. “I’m from East Atlanta Zone Six; it was hard, man, it was real rough. I grew up in the Starter jacket era: they’d take your Starter jacket, your 8Ball jacket, they’d take your hat, your shoes. It was just no holds barred on the streets, dog eat dog. If you missed the bus, you had to be crewed up or you’d get jumped. It was wild when I came up.”
It’s a bleak portrait. When asked to describe his home life more vividly, Mane offers a look into his contemplative side, a side honed as a schoolyard poet. “I was just a young dude in a single parent house most of my life. I can’t complain that much. I would guess it’s like any black child growing up in a single parent household. There are a lot of people who know how that is. I didn’t have a lot coming up; but what I did have, I appreciated. I was blessed to have a caring mother to raise me right and to help me with my business ventures; she’s been there through the whole struggle. There’s a lot that goes along with that; it made me who I am today.”
A stepfather would enter the picture during Mane’s adolescence, introducing not only a male figure, but also inspiration for Mane’s unusual moniker. “My father came in, the original Gucci Mane; that’s what people in the neighborhood called him, and that’s where I get my name from. From then on, I grew up the son of a hustler and a schoolteacher; it was the best of both worlds because I was educated twice.” Drawing inspiration from a pantheon of rappers before him –Big Daddy Kane, LL Cool J, Ice Cube, the Beastie Boys, N.W.A—Mane went on to release Trap House, a lethal brew of his signature sound: “I call my music straight Gucci: going hard and whatever beats you make you for me, if I’m feeling it, if I’m rocking with it, I’m gonna crush it. When you hear me, you hear a lot of pain, a lot of hood; you hear what’s going on in the inner city in Atlanta.”
Unfortunately, Trap House was ill timed; the month of its release, Gucci was accused of murder and jailed for two days. Eventually deemed to be acting in self-defense, and without sufficient evidence to hold him, Mane was exonerated. But the ordeal left an indelible imprint on the man. “I learned to keep better company, watch where I go, and be mindful of my surroundings at all times,” he reveals. “Watch what I say, watch what I do and how I do it, just keep myself out of the wrong crowd.”
“I always stand up man,” he continues. “I’m one of the toughest guys I know. It’ll take a lot more than that to break me down.” Undeterred, Mane was back in the studio, preparing 2006’s eerily apropos Hard To Kill. The buzz from Hard To Kill vaulted Gucci Mane from regional commodity to national treasure, and major labels responded accordingly: “There was a bidding war going on, and I liked Atlantic’s approach. They made it known that they wanted me, they felt where I was going and that I could grow with them.”
Asylum/Atlantic Records welcomed Gucci Mane in early ’07, granting him his own imprint, So Icey Entertainment. With it comes an entire stable of artists, the So Icey Boyz. As the Boyz ready for their own exposure –“I got them in training; they be in the weight room, pumping iron, doing pushups, shopping at the mall, buying ice”—Gucci is focused on his magnum opus, Back to the Trap House. “I started working on the album, and by the third song, I was like ‘This is going back to the Trap House.’ I started feeling the same way I did when I made my first album. It had the same feel to it, the same freshness. And I had the same hunger and desire I had when I first started rapping.”
“Since I went major, I want everybody to know I’m still keeping it street, keeping it hood,” Gucci maintains. “I’m trying to take it back to all my fans that I had when I first started my career. And at the same time, I’m trying to open up my new album to a new fan base. So it’s a mix for everybody coming together, like my first album was.” Gucci has always prided himself on his innate ability, and his refusal to let guest appearances dictate the tone of his records. “I just want people to know I’m a great songwriter, man,” he asserts. “I’m passionate about what I do, and it’s choreographed strategically when I do it. I bring a lot of experience, creative wordplay, and a crazy style. And my albums, I record most of the songs without writing them down; it’s a God-given gift and I just get paid for it. It come from God, it’s like wondering what makes a bird fly. He made me a poet like the great poets of the past.”
But don’t mistake Gucci’s confidence for self-absorption. The vicissitudes of his career have dictated a longer view. Lyrics aside, he’s less preoccupied with visible means and more so with acting as an emissary from his under-repped block. “I’m not the one to glorify what goes on in the hood,” he insists. “We have everything there, the whole range from violence to people getting on the bus and going to work. There’s a lot more to the hood than just drugs. It’s a bigger story, there’s a big picture. I went to school in that neighborhood, I worked there, I trapped there, I hustled there, and I got my name there. I’m proud to be from East Atlanta Zone Six, and I claim there. I hold that on my back and carry that, to be the first one from there to really rock.”
And Gucci’s professional aims have matured as well. While other rappers stress platinum plaques, Gucci hasn’t forgotten the route he took to stardom. “I made a lot of CDs on my own. People fucked with me and supported me, and just made me the man I am today. That’s my blueprint right there, and I stay mindful of it. So now, my only concern is that people feel my music; at the end of the day, I do it for people to feel it. If one person feel it, two people feel it, I feel like my job’s been done.”
Fortunately for Gucci, he should be prepared to welcome an army of new fans with Back to the Trap House. But longstanding fans shouldn’t fear; they’ll recognize “Freaky Gurl,” reprised from its previous appearance from Hard To Kill. Luda, upon hearing the joint, asked for a guest spot on the remix. Said remix now appears as the lead single on Back to the Trap House, following in Gucci’s theme of mating old and new. Over a bouncing, meandering beat from Cyber Sapp, the two cook up the requisite concoction of whips, chips, and chicks. Also look out for “Bird Flu,” the album’s number two single, laced by New-York based Supa Sonics. Elsewhere, firm guest verses from Rich Boy and Pimp C of UGK round out Gucci’s regional flavor, while Bay-area producer Zaytoven (of “Icy” renown) locks down Gucci’s West Coast appeal.
Gucci Mane has something for everyone, and with the struggles of the past in his rearview, Gucci is settled in for his ride to the top. “I’m best known for controversy but I’m trying to gain respect as a songwriter and entertainer. I plan to hit them so hard with this album; who knows what the future will bring. I’ll be banging them out till I can’t bang no more.”
It’s said that art mirrors life. In hip-hop’s case, there’s always been a deliberate entanglement of perception and reality. Fans demand their MCs be real…but never too real. Successful hip-hop is about the hint of the danger, the tease of it, the mystique. Hip-hop is about balance.
Gucci Mane is an artist striving for that balance, volatility versus musicality. Controversy, including a feud with former collaborator Young Jeezy, has grabbed the headlines, with insufficient regard paid to his considerable mic skills, raw talent, and business acumen. Gucci is looking to wrest his name from public speculation and let his own words do the talking.
“I wish everybody well who’s making money in this rap game,” the Atlanta-raised rapper says, dismissing the controversy that followed him in the past. “My own rap game is going so good, I’ve got so many things on my plate at my label, that I don’t got time for other people’s business.” With a deal with Asylum Records as the boss of his own label, So Icey Entertainment, Gucci does indeed have a full schedule with no time to dwell on the past.
“I live my life with no regrets. I just wish that a lot of things never happened, but anybody can wish,” says Gucci. Sounds like a man with his eyes on the prize. And you’d expect nothing less from an artist who ground his way to the top via the hustle of independent records. Signing to Big Cat Records in the wake of his local single “Black Tee,” he dropped his debut record, Trap House, in May 2005. The independent album moved an impressive 140,000 units, largely on the strength of the “Icy” single, featuring Jeezy. Clamor over song rights sparked dispute, and the resulting rift grew.
Controversy notwithstanding, Mane’s independence was cemented: “I was on the independent scene for about two years,” he recalls. “It’s crazy! You gotta go into your own pocket to support your craft. You need other avenues to have money coming in, to support your stuff. You might win, you might lose, and it’s a gamble out there with the independent circuit. One thing you’d better have is good music because without that, you go downhill fast in the independent game.”
Good music firmly in hand, Gucci was fast approaching stardom when more tragedy befell him. But let’s backtrack; how did the man born Radric Davis in Bessemer, Alabama, become Gucci Mane, mouthpiece for Atlanta stuntin’? Mane remembers little from his time in Alabama, just that it was rural, and that it’s changed dramatically since he left at the age of nine. “I gotta shout out Alabama though, because they holdin’ it down,” he affirms. “Every time I go there to do a show, I’m impressed with how hip-hop culture has taken root.”
Mane’s identity coalesced when he moved with his mother to Atlanta. “I lived all of my adolescent and adult life in Atlanta,” he explains. “I’m from East Atlanta Zone Six; it was hard, man, it was real rough. I grew up in the Starter jacket era: they’d take your Starter jacket, your 8Ball jacket, they’d take your hat, your shoes. It was just no holds barred on the streets, dog eat dog. If you missed the bus, you had to be crewed up or you’d get jumped. It was wild when I came up.”
It’s a bleak portrait. When asked to describe his home life more vividly, Mane offers a look into his contemplative side, a side honed as a schoolyard poet. “I was just a young dude in a single parent house most of my life. I can’t complain that much. I would guess it’s like any black child growing up in a single parent household. There are a lot of people who know how that is. I didn’t have a lot coming up; but what I did have, I appreciated. I was blessed to have a caring mother to raise me right and to help me with my business ventures; she’s been there through the whole struggle. There’s a lot that goes along with that; it made me who I am today.”
A stepfather would enter the picture during Mane’s adolescence, introducing not only a male figure, but also inspiration for Mane’s unusual moniker. “My father came in, the original Gucci Mane; that’s what people in the neighborhood called him, and that’s where I get my name from. From then on, I grew up the son of a hustler and a schoolteacher; it was the best of both worlds because I was educated twice.” Drawing inspiration from a pantheon of rappers before him –Big Daddy Kane, LL Cool J, Ice Cube, the Beastie Boys, N.W.A—Mane went on to release Trap House, a lethal brew of his signature sound: “I call my music straight Gucci: going hard and whatever beats you make you for me, if I’m feeling it, if I’m rocking with it, I’m gonna crush it. When you hear me, you hear a lot of pain, a lot of hood; you hear what’s going on in the inner city in Atlanta.”
Unfortunately, Trap House was ill timed; the month of its release, Gucci was accused of murder and jailed for two days. Eventually deemed to be acting in self-defense, and without sufficient evidence to hold him, Mane was exonerated. But the ordeal left an indelible imprint on the man. “I learned to keep better company, watch where I go, and be mindful of my surroundings at all times,” he reveals. “Watch what I say, watch what I do and how I do it, just keep myself out of the wrong crowd.”
“I always stand up man,” he continues. “I’m one of the toughest guys I know. It’ll take a lot more than that to break me down.” Undeterred, Mane was back in the studio, preparing 2006’s eerily apropos Hard To Kill. The buzz from Hard To Kill vaulted Gucci Mane from regional commodity to national treasure, and major labels responded accordingly: “There was a bidding war going on, and I liked Atlantic’s approach. They made it known that they wanted me, they felt where I was going and that I could grow with them.”
Asylum/Atlantic Records welcomed Gucci Mane in early ’07, granting him his own imprint, So Icey Entertainment. With it comes an entire stable of artists, the So Icey Boyz. As the Boyz ready for their own exposure –“I got them in training; they be in the weight room, pumping iron, doing pushups, shopping at the mall, buying ice”—Gucci is focused on his magnum opus, Back to the Trap House. “I started working on the album, and by the third song, I was like ‘This is going back to the Trap House.’ I started feeling the same way I did when I made my first album. It had the same feel to it, the same freshness. And I had the same hunger and desire I had when I first started rapping.”
“Since I went major, I want everybody to know I’m still keeping it street, keeping it hood,” Gucci maintains. “I’m trying to take it back to all my fans that I had when I first started my career. And at the same time, I’m trying to open up my new album to a new fan base. So it’s a mix for everybody coming together, like my first album was.” Gucci has always prided himself on his innate ability, and his refusal to let guest appearances dictate the tone of his records. “I just want people to know I’m a great songwriter, man,” he asserts. “I’m passionate about what I do, and it’s choreographed strategically when I do it. I bring a lot of experience, creative wordplay, and a crazy style. And my albums, I record most of the songs without writing them down; it’s a God-given gift and I just get paid for it. It come from God, it’s like wondering what makes a bird fly. He made me a poet like the great poets of the past.”
But don’t mistake Gucci’s confidence for self-absorption. The vicissitudes of his career have dictated a longer view. Lyrics aside, he’s less preoccupied with visible means and more so with acting as an emissary from his under-repped block. “I’m not the one to glorify what goes on in the hood,” he insists. “We have everything there, the whole range from violence to people getting on the bus and going to work. There’s a lot more to the hood than just drugs. It’s a bigger story, there’s a big picture. I went to school in that neighborhood, I worked there, I trapped there, I hustled there, and I got my name there. I’m proud to be from East Atlanta Zone Six, and I claim there. I hold that on my back and carry that, to be the first one from there to really rock.”
And Gucci’s professional aims have matured as well. While other rappers stress platinum plaques, Gucci hasn’t forgotten the route he took to stardom. “I made a lot of CDs on my own. People fucked with me and supported me, and just made me the man I am today. That’s my blueprint right there, and I stay mindful of it. So now, my only concern is that people feel my music; at the end of the day, I do it for people to feel it. If one person feel it, two people feel it, I feel like my job’s been done.”
Fortunately for Gucci, he should be prepared to welcome an army of new fans with Back to the Trap House. But longstanding fans shouldn’t fear; they’ll recognize “Freaky Gurl,” reprised from its previous appearance from Hard To Kill. Luda, upon hearing the joint, asked for a guest spot on the remix. Said remix now appears as the lead single on Back to the Trap House, following in Gucci’s theme of mating old and new. Over a bouncing, meandering beat from Cyber Sapp, the two cook up the requisite concoction of whips, chips, and chicks. Also look out for “Bird Flu,” the album’s number two single, laced by New-York based Supa Sonics. Elsewhere, firm guest verses from Rich Boy and Pimp C of UGK round out Gucci’s regional flavor, while Bay-area producer Zaytoven (of “Icy” renown) locks down Gucci’s West Coast appeal.
Gucci Mane has something for everyone, and with the struggles of the past in his rearview, Gucci is settled in for his ride to the top. “I’m best known for controversy but I’m trying to gain respect as a songwriter and entertainer. I plan to hit them so hard with this album; who knows what the future will bring. I’ll be banging them out till I can’t bang no more.”
Mama We Rich
Gucci Mane Lyrics
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[Hook:]
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I did)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (go go go go)
[Verse:]
Mama had a fit when she seen my money
She say you ain’t got no job, you must be up to something
What the hell you doin? Don’t get in no trouble
I had to look out for my nephew, he look up to uncle
Mama got a n***a, I ain’t like his a**
Tried to make me right to leave and cut the grass
N****s leanin got no kids, what make you daddy?
If I was 20 years old I’d bust yo a**!
Mama kicked him out and now I’m 21
Bought her Prada, Gucci, Louis, Christian Loubuitton
Mama taught me everything, I’m her day and sun
I had to go get her that Porsche before the summer’s gone
[Hook:]
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I did)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (go go go go)
[Verse:]
I was servin junkies out my mama window
I was broke like half a brick, that was ‘96
Daddy gone so I guess that makes me head hancho
Mama robbed me through my closet, she done found a spliff
She said I raised you better, boy you’ve got a strong mind
She said I can’t believe you serve that to your own kind
I told her mama chill cuz I been broke along time
That’s why I’m at the sto and junkies in a long line
I was a runner for my brother, I need my own plug
I feel like 2 Chainz and Lil Wayne, I need my own drugs
First time I set shop on my block I didn’t get no luck
200 thousand for a Charger, 6’s, no scrub
[Hook:]
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I did)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (go go go go)
[Verse:]
The Audi, the Mazzi, the Jag white
The Bentley, the house by the lake
Gold on my neck, gold on my wrist
You’ll take if I sit on 10 K’s
I’m posted with Guwop, I’m strapped up with 2 Glocks
Versace in my bag, I’m feelin like 2 Pac
These one of the hungry, I gave em re-up
Pull up on yo block, Chevrolet 2 top
Finesse the pull for the bags
My wrist is spinnin like Taz
I know that my mama don’t spaz
She find out bout all of this cash
But f**k it, my n***a we rich
Remember them nicer and licks
Duckin police, jumpin the fence
Now we in lounge, perfect the tint
[Hook:]
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I did)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
[Verse:]
Mama had a fit when she seen my money
She say you ain’t got no job, you must be up to something
What the hell you doin? Don’t get in no trouble
I had to look out for my nephew, he look up to uncle
Mama got a n***a, I ain’t like his a**
Tried to make me right to leave and cut the grass
N****s leanin got no kids, what make you daddy?
If I was 20 years old I’d bust yo a**!
Mama kicked him out and now I’m 21
Bought her Prada, Gucci, Louis, Christian Loubuitton
Mama taught me everything, I’m her day and sun
I had to go get her that Porsche before the summer’s gone
[Hook:]
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I did)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (go go go go)
[Verse:]
I was servin junkies out my mama window
I was broke like half a brick, that was ‘96
Daddy gone so I guess that makes me head hancho
Mama robbed me through my closet, she done found a spliff
She said I raised you better, boy you’ve got a strong mind
She said I can’t believe you serve that to your own kind
I told her mama chill cuz I been broke along time
That’s why I’m at the sto and junkies in a long line
I was a runner for my brother, I need my own plug
I feel like 2 Chainz and Lil Wayne, I need my own drugs
First time I set shop on my block I didn’t get no luck
200 thousand for a Charger, 6’s, no scrub
[Hook:]
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I did)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (go go go go)
[Verse:]
The Audi, the Mazzi, the Jag white
The Bentley, the house by the lake
Gold on my neck, gold on my wrist
You’ll take if I sit on 10 K’s
I’m posted with Guwop, I’m strapped up with 2 Glocks
Versace in my bag, I’m feelin like 2 Pac
These one of the hungry, I gave em re-up
Pull up on yo block, Chevrolet 2 top
Finesse the pull for the bags
My wrist is spinnin like Taz
I know that my mama don’t spaz
She find out bout all of this cash
But f**k it, my n***a we rich
Remember them nicer and licks
Duckin police, jumpin the fence
Now we in lounge, perfect the tint
[Hook:]
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich
In Gucci Mane's song Mama We Rich, the artist talks about how he and his mother have become wealthy after years of struggling. The hook says that Gucci Mane has seen 100 bands all in one go – in other words, he just made $100,000. When he tells his mother, she can't believe it and gets upset. But Gucci assures her that everything is good because they are now rich. He remembers times when he was dealing drugs out of his mother's window and how difficult it was. He also reminisces about when he didn't have his own customers and was working for his brother. However, now he can afford luxury cars, jewelry, and a house by the lake. Despite having all this wealth, Gucci is still concerned about his mother's opinion of him.
The song is about the rapper's journey from poverty to wealth and how his mother influenced his growth. Gucci's relationship with his mother is the primary focus of the lyrics. He wants her to be proud of him and his accomplishments. Gucci's mother has seen him struggle and has worried about his safety while he was selling drugs. She chastises him for this, but he knows that he had to do it to survive. However, now that he is wealthy, he wants to give back to his mother for everything she's done for him.
Overall, Mama We Rich is a song about gratitude and how wealth changes a life that once was lived in poverty. It’s Gucci’s way of telling his mom that he's finally made it after years of struggle, and that he won't let her down.
Line by Line Meaning
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I witnessed $100,000 being counted all at once.
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
I was amazed by the sight of all that money and my mom's reaction made it even more surreal.
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
My mother was shocked and overwhelmed by the amount of money she saw.
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
I reassured my mom that we were now financially successful.
Mama had a fit when she seen my money
My mother had a strong emotional reaction when she saw the large amount of money I had.
She say you ain’t got no job, you must be up to something
My mother was suspicious of my newfound wealth since I didn't have a traditional job.
Mama kicked him out and now I’m 21
My mother had enough of her partner's behavior and kicked him out when I was 21 years old.
Bought her Prada, Gucci, Louis, Christian Loubuitton
I purchased luxury items from high-end fashion brands for my mother.
I was servin junkies out my mama window
I sold drugs to drug addicts through my mother's window.
I was broke like half a brick, that was ‘96
I was very poor in 1996.
Mama robbed me through my closet, she done found a spliff
My mother searched through my closet and found a marijuana cigarette.
Gold on my neck, gold on my wrist
I have expensive jewelry on my neck and wrist made of gold.
Now we in lounge, perfect the tint
We are now in a lounge, perfecting the tint of our car windows.
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Karen Graham
I LOVE IT 💖💯 I’VE BEEN LOOKING 👀 FOR A LONG TIME AM SO HAPPY 😀 THAT I FOUND IT!!💯💖😃👍 GO GUCCI MANE AND THE MINGOS 💖💖💖💖💖
Sara Fisher
Wow I love it
Coco Chanel
I love it
Sara Fisher
She had a fit
Sara Fisher
Me to
Jon T
MOMMA
Tony Snow
Classic migos and Gucci 2013 2014
Rip big takeoff
Michael Cadena
Hook)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I did)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (go go go go)
(Verse)
Mama had a fit when she seen my money
She say you ain't got no job, you must be up to something
What the hell you doin? Don't get in no trouble
I had to look out for my nephew, he look up to uncle
Mama got a nigga, I ain't like his ass
Tried to make me right to leave and cut the grass
Niggas leanin got no kids, what make you daddy?
If I was 20 years old I'd bust yo ass!
Mama kicked him out and now I'm 21
Bought her Prada, Gucci, Louis, Christian Loubuitton
Mama taught me everything, I'm her day and sun
I had to go get her that Porsche before the summer's gone
GUCCI MANE
Mama We Rich Lyrics
feat. MIGOS
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(Hook)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I did)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (go go go go)
(Verse)
Mama had a fit when she seen my money
She say you ain't got no job, you must be up to something
What the hell you doin? Don't get in no trouble
I had to look out for my nephew, he look up to uncle
Mama got a nigga, I ain't like his ass
Tried to make me right to leave and cut the grass
Niggas leanin got no kids, what make you daddy?
If I was 20 years old I'd bust yo ass!
Mama kicked him out and now I'm 21
Bought her Prada, Gucci, Louis, Christian Loubuitton
Mama taught me everything, I'm her day and sun
I had to go get her that Porsche before the summer's gone
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(Hook)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I did)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (go go go go)
(Verse)
I was servin junkies out my mama window
I was broke like half a brick, that was '96
Daddy gone so I guess that makes me head hancho
Mama robbed me through my closet, she done found a spliff
She said I raised you better, boy you've got a strong mind
She said I can't believe you serve that to your own kind
I told her mama chill cuz I been broke along time
That's why I'm at the sto and junkies in a long line
I was a runner for my brother, I need my own plug
I feel like 2 Chainz and Lil Wayne, I need my own drugs
First time I set shop on my block I didn't get no luck
200 thousand for a Charger, 6's, no scrub
(Hook)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (rich, go!)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I did)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich (go go go go)
(Verse)
The Audi, the Mazzi, the Jag white
The Bentley, the house by the lake
Gold on my neck, gold on my wrist
You'll take if I sit on 10 K's
I'm posted with Guwop, I'm strapped up with 2 Glocks
Versace in my bag, I'm feelin like 2 Pac
These one of the hungry, I gave em re-up
Pull up on yo block, Chevrolet 2 top
Finesse the pull for the bags
My wrist is spinnin like Taz
I know that my mama don't spaz
She find out bout all of this cash
But f**k it, my nigga we rich
Remember them nicer and licks
Duckin police, jumpin the fence
Now we in lounge, perfect the tint
(Hook)
Seen 100 bands, all in one time (I seen it)
I just blew my mind cuz my mama seen it (f**k!)
And she had a fit, yea she had a fit (mama)
I told my mama we rich, told my mama we rich
Geniuz Mario
2020