Lyrics Hard on a Bitch - Gucci Mane, DJ Holiday

Hard on a Bitch

I’m Gucci Mane and I’m so player
And when I grab her hair, baby scream «oh yeah»
Triple ice on so they gon' stare
I like it when they wear the dress without the underwear
I’m swingin' through the club like I don’t care
I’m a million dollar figure, nowadays that’s rare
And you ain’t gotta talk boo, I ain’t finna stalk you
Girl, I get like fifty thousand dollars just to walk through
All this stuntin', I’m so blunted
What I’m gon' do with all this money?
Bag it up, wrap it up, trash bag money
Hundred pounds, ninety-three, octane money
I go hard on a bitch
I go hard on a bitch, man
I’m so smart on a bitch
I go hard on a bitch, man
Baby, it’s my watch that got everybody watchin'
Them white BBS’s on the bracelet got 'em talkin'
Perfected on my life, thirty years of stress
A million dollar statue as a token of success
So practice makes perfect, I’m on side turfin'
While you internet surfin' and buyin' hoes purses
I’m so hard on a bitch
I go hard on a bitch, man
I’m so smart on a bitch
I go hard on a bitch, man
I just fuck her, throw her chump change and it’s to the next thang
I go from the jump, man, but you bitches know I…