Lyrics Fuck with Me - Gucci Mane

Fuck with Me

I met this pretty yellow bitch, her name was Jasmine,
She said I’m ten times richer than her last man.
I get like 50 thousand dollars on the back in
But fuck that, shop with me you know I got them bags in.
I’m stupid, so I got my engine in the ass end
I’m in the back of my Rolls with a Mac 10,
My wrist spin like a motherfucker windmill.
I talk cash shit, I’m slicker than an oil spill.
Your girlfriend suck dick like a vacuum,
Excuse me, I know you took that bitch to Cancun.
My Audemar say it’s 9: 50 ten 'till.
I suplex a brick and DDT a whole bail.
Hopefully, hopefully.
I’m running for mayor, come and vote for me.
Vote for me, smoke with me,
Front a couple bags, I’ll let you work for me.
Sell dope for me, then blow for me,
Gucci Mane got work, yeah that’s a quote for me
Cheap price, fuck with me.
Chickens, collard greens, I got them groceries.
I’m throwing money, nigga, like I’m Tom Brady,
Don’t be surprised if Gucci fuck your old lady.
I rock Ferragamo nigga, you rock Old Navy,
I took your girlfriend to the spot and she went dumb crazy.
Might just hit the club with an 80 on me
Bitches standing in line, swear they’re waiting on me.
So much ice on, I should have bought a winter coat,
Put them chickens on the table like it’s dinner time,
You know Gucci Mane, the shit, that nigga been a fool.
Ten naked stripper bitches in my swimming pool,
Two topless Russian twins playing ping-pong
And they say my patience’s short, but my money long.
Hopefully, hopefully.
I’m running for mayor, come and vote for me.
Vote for me, smoke with me,
Front a couple bags, I’ll let you work for me.
Sell dope for me, then blow for me,
Gucci Mane got work, yeah that’s a quote for me.
Cheap price, fuck with me.
Chickens, collard greens, I got them groceries.