Yeah
Gucci Mane Feat. Chris Brown %26 Lil Wayne Lyrics


Yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa (whoa, whoa)
Yeah, whoa
Whoa, yeah (phew, phew)
Whoa, yeah (phew, phew)
Whoa, yeah (phew, phew)
Whoa

Whoa (let's go)
Young rich nigga pull up in a Bentley (with a semi)
Windows tinted, got a bad bitch with me (got ya main bitch with me)
Chrome Heart shirt, like I never had feelings (I don't want no dealings)
Hellcat fast, do a dirt bike wheelie (stand in the bend)
D&G shirt mix the Off-White with it (lil' nigga, I'm drippin')
In the strip club throwin' money at the ceilin' (throw it at the ceilin')
Got the whole gang goin' up like

Now, watch what I do
I got these hoes shakin' ass in the section
But, nigga, lil' mama done came out her shoes
I know she feelin' me, she wanna leave with me
'Cause I'm the nigga, yeah, I got the juice
If I see an opp, I'ma go with my move
He tried me, and I left the boy face on the news
Think I ain't got the fire in the club? You a fool

Whoa, off the hip, I'ma blow
No, ain't no cuffin' me, bitch
No lovin' these hoes
I tell 'em, "Just get up, and go"
We poppin' bottles and keep throwin' dollars
My section too lit, tell her, "Bring in some more"
Got your bitch shakin' ass in the circle, like, "Whoa"
I make the ho get this shit off the floor
Now the whole gang goin' up like yeah, whoa (let's go)

Young rich nigga pull up in a Bentley (with a semi)
Windows tinted, got a bad bitch with me (got ya main bitch with me)
Chrome Heart shirt, like I never had feelings (I don't want no dealings)
Hellcat fast, do a dirt bike wheelie (stand in the bend)
D&G shirt mix the Off-White with it (lil' nigga, I'm drippin')
In the strip club throwin' money at the ceilin' (throw it at the ceilin')
Got the whole gang goin' up like

Yeah, whoa (let's go)
Yeah, whoa (whoa)
Yeah (phew), whoa
Yeah (phew), whoa
Whoa (whoa)
Yeah, whoa (let's go)
Yeah (phew), whoa
Yeah (phew), whoa

Yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
She bendin' over, her nose on the floor
And you work 'til your rent on the floor
Run outta ones, tell 'em, "Go get some more"
We makin' it rain even after they close
We makin' it rain even after the show
We floodin', go get umbrellas and coats
Who is the baddest? She comin' with me
Who is that starin'? She comin' with me
And the bartender (pew), she comin' with me
Who is her friend? She comin' with me
Niggas in here hatin', pocket-watchin'
We got choppers in the car for them (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Whoever try to follow (bang, bang, bang)
Hear a whole lotta 'em (grrah, grrah)
Whoever try to follow (bang, bang, bang)
Feel a whole lotta 'em (graow, grrah)
Whoever try to follow (bang, graow, bang, bang, graow, bang, bang, graow, graow)

Yeah, whoa (let's go)
Yeah, whoa (whoa)
Yeah (phew), whoa
Yeah (phew), whoa
Whoa (whoa)
Yeah, whoa (let's go)
Yeah (phew), whoa
Yeah (phew), whoa

Whoa (let's go)
Young rich nigga pull up in a Bentley (with a semi)
Windows tinted, got a bad bitch with me (got ya main bitch with me)
Chrome Heart shirt, like I never had feelings (I don't want no dealings)
Hellcat fast, do a dirt bike wheelie (stand in the bend)
D&G shirt mix the Off-White with it (lil' nigga, I'm drippin')
In the strip club throwin' money at the ceilin' (throw it at the ceilin')
Got the whole gang goin' up like (go)

Big Scarr linked with Guwop and we came up out the trenches (Wop)
My whole team be ballin', ain't no one sittin' on no benches (no)
It's So Icy and 1017 and we so rich and ruthless (yeah)
Pull up in some foolish, drop my top, I'm feelin' coupies (yoom)
Big Grim Reaper Records couple of my artist got a record (well, damn)
They try, but they can't help it, please don't try us 'cause we steppin' (true)
It's Gucci Mane the mogul, but I'm a convicted felon (well, damn)
The first rule in the street, don't leave your house without your weapon (graow)
This a crazy world we livin' in, these hoes ain't to be trusted (whores)
Thinkin' with his dick, he fucked around and got abducted (wow)
Big CEO for sure, you know who put you up, on gang (whoa)
So when you mention legends, how you didn't bring up my name?
Wop

Yeah, whoa (let's go)
Yeah, whoa (whoa)
Yeah (phew), whoa
Yeah (phew), whoa
Whoa (whoa)
Yeah, whoa (let's go)
Yeah (phew), whoa
Yeah (phew), whoa

Whoa (let's go)
Young rich nigga pull up in a Bentley (with a semi)
Windows tinted, got a bad bitch with me (got ya main bitch with me)
Chrome Heart shirt, like I never had feelings (I don't want no dealings)
Hellcat fast, do a dirt bike wheelie (stand in the bend)
D&G shirt mix the Off-White with it (lil' nigga, I'm drippin')
In the strip club throwin' money at the ceilin' (throw it at the ceilin')
Got the whole gang goin' up like

Yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa
Yeah, whoa


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Written by: Alexander Woods, Andrew Azardoust, Horace Walls, Radric Davis, Reuben Musuluma

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