Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Movie, artist - Gucci Mane.
Date of issue: 07.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Movie |
I’m jumping out my coupe with the missing roof |
And I’m so fucking high I need a parachute |
«Gucci Mane, do you remember me from last month?» |
«Girl, I can’t remember nothing but my last blunt» |
Bling blau diamond necklaces for every chain |
Bitch I’m Gucci so I put rims on 'bout everything |
I used to care about money nowadays I don’t |
So if I like her enough I’ll buy her everythang she want |
I got that 3−5-7 so don’t try your luck |
Bullets have yo body hot you’ll need a fire truck |
So re-up with us, got white girl yeah that Anna Mae |
Today I’m shitting on rappers so I called up Jazze Pha |
I’m not a boy so I can not be your boyfriend but |
If you want me to then I can be your Gucci Mane |
And if you’re man can’t beat it up then I bet Gucci can |
Just ask your lady and I bet that she’s a Gucci fan |
Bought all my hoes Gucci, most all my clothes Gucci |
This ain’t no Coogi you still can’t move me |
And this is the soundtrack of the Gucci Mane movie |
The Gucci Mane movie, the Gucci Mane movie |
Lambo engine in the rear and I’m switching gears |
Y’all suckers can’t fuck wit this young nigga here |
Diamonds on my neck colder than a case of beer |
So when I fall off in the club all the bitches cheer |
M6 convertible my top can disappear |
Just bought a house in Cali pool parties all through the year |
Temp fade stupid waves I don’t wear a beard |
They say that Gucci stay fresh but that nigga weird |
I shop at Fifth Plaza, lil buddy he shop at Sears |
Diamonds solitaire so big it damn near broke my ears |
Girl you riding wit La Flare so what you got to fear? |
2010 no more Rolls-Royces so I’m just coppin Lears |
Jazze Pha, Gucci no they didn’t expect this |
It ain’t no secret run up on me you’ll regret it |
I’m like a ball player focused on my next hit |
And I hit homeruns I don’t know how to bunt, bitch |
And this that Cali kush you need to pass the blunt, bitch |
I’m sorry that I cuss you baby girl you’re gorgeous |
Psych you’re not gorgeous but your ass is enormous |
And if you never call me I’ll be rich regardless |
Picture perfect flow this verse here is a portrait |
I got three mansions but I’m from Sun Valley apartments |
Bouldercrest, Flat Shoals and Gresham is where I started |
You wanna find me bitch just keeping riding down Moreland |