| Burr
|
| Cook that shit up, Quay
|
| Burr
|
| Bling, blaow
|
| Bling, blaow
|
| This dope’ll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
|
| The mall ain’t even open yet, but Gucci made 'em open it
|
| Dr. Trap-enstein, and I just prescribed a Percocet
|
| She ain’t even fine enough, so I don’t even wanna hit
|
| Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
|
| And I told the dealer he can keep the top 'cause I don’t want it
|
| Think my house is haunted, woke up, seen a done bitch
|
| Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich
|
| Yeah
|
| Hop out that new Maybach like I come from paper (Like my fam, bitch)
|
| You been cuffin' bitches, you a super-saver (Superhero)
|
| My lil' boy already rich, he got my future paper (Trust fund)
|
| We just parked the Wraith inside the elevator (Elevator)
|
| Tootsies on Tuesday, in a private room making a movie (Movie)
|
| I got some vibes with me getting groovy (Groovy)
|
| We at the top floor in a jacuzzi (Jacuzzi)
|
| Ridin' with some hot boys like I’m Juvie (Lil Wayne)
|
| I’m on that dumb shit like I’m Gucci (Guwop)
|
| I just spent twenty-six thousand in Gucci (Gucci)
|
| Go ask about me, this shit ain’t no new cheese
|
| I was gettin' money before it was music (Music)
|
| I don’t drink, I don’t sip, I abuse it ('Buse it)
|
| How I did what I did, got 'em clueless (Clueless)
|
| Think these Adderalls got me all lucid (Yeah)
|
| Got your bitch on my drip, she been choosin' (Yeah)
|
| She been checkin' me out, I been movin' (Yeah)
|
| So much money, it’s getting confusin' (Yeah)
|
| Only winnin', ain’t doin' no losin' (Yeah)
|
| This dope’ll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
|
| The mall ain’t even open yet, but Gucci made 'em open it
|
| Dr. Trap-enstein, and I just prescribed a Percocet
|
| She ain’t even fine enough, so I don’t even wanna hit
|
| Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
|
| And I told the dealer he can keep the top 'cause I don’t want it
|
| Think my house is haunted, woke up, seen a done bitch
|
| Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich
|
| Show me that pussy cat 'cause El Gato got a cat wrist (Brr)
|
| Shooter got that rocket on him, call him James Harden
|
| We be straight ballin', wet T-shirt contest
|
| Top off, call us up, the coupe color Sunkist (It's Gucci)
|
| I be going hard on 'em, I’m on that Lil Pump shit (Pump)
|
| I don’t even know how my money got so retarded
|
| Trap God (Trap God), Gucci sandals on like I was Jesus (Yeah)
|
| Bitch fine as Kim K, and these are not Yeezys (It's Gucci)
|
| This dope’ll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
|
| The mall ain’t even open yet, but Gucci made 'em open it
|
| Dr. Trap-enstein, and I just prescribed a Percocet
|
| She ain’t even fine enough, so I don’t even wanna hit
|
| Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
|
| And I told the dealer he can keep the top 'cause I don’t want it
|
| Think my house is haunted, woke up, seen a done bitch
|
| Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich
|
| Wizzop (Hah)
|
| Lil Baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tootsies , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Woptober II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп