Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drink Up, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 12.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drink Up |
| I’m a get money bitches stand up |
| All my trap niggas put your hands up |
| Gucci man I’m so rubber band up |
| And my cosel cleaning killer A+ |
| Black maid back with the red cuts |
| I’m a get money bitches stand up |
| All my trap niggas put your hands up |
| Gucci man I’m so rubber band up |
| And my cosel cleaning killer A+ |
| Black maid back with the red cuts |
| Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts |
| Selling weed and I put some more butt |
| I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud |
| Call it whip it and flip it and zip it and kushy |
| Calling your girl like give me the pussy |
| I’m up in the kitchen and pick up a cookie |
| You’re boyfriends a rookie that’s why he a pussy |
| I’m fucking you bad I don’t care who be looking |
| Stand on your porch and dare you to push me |
| Choppers on duty you don’t have to touch me |
| I’m the boss and the boss gets all the glory |
| Changing the game I’m remaining the same |
| Buy new car I’m changing the frame |
| Changing the motor and changing the goods |
| Changing the gurgle’s I’m pumping the pipe |
| A K A I’m cracking the seal those don’t know |
| I’m tracking the train |
| Thinking about money we thinking the same |
| Fly’s a bird and high’s a plane |
| Might hit the club in a black tuxedo |
| Who hoes coming with his your man Galvino |
| Beat flash who should look like torpedo |
| Owe it to a nino, smoking on guido |
| Might have a man but he not like me no |
| Looking bald out to exterior |
| On a boat way cocaine locreo |
| He might get money but not like me no |
| I’m a get money bitches stand up |
| All my trap niggas put your hands up |
| Gucci man I’m so rubber band up |
| And my cosel cleaning killer A+ |
| Black maid back with the red cuts |
| Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts |
| Selling weed and I put some more butt |
| I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud |
| Positiong myself and kushin my wealth |
| Hate on me that’s bad for your health |
| Efin my wounds than efin my shoes |
| Efin em show me, efin my bills |
| Niggas they envy, they just pretending |
| Glasses are empty and bitches are friendly |
| Asses are sexy and titties are pretty |
| Niggas are hoe type and bitches are silly |
| Watches are quarter my chain is a milly |
| I can’t lie all my hoes are so sadiddy |
| So I’m up on occasion than you think I was Diddi |
| Cases and cases and cases of blunts |
| Smoke like a hippie, drink like Britney |
| Walking in the club JB whole with me |
| Harder they try they can’t get rid me |
| Looking like I’m dreaming someone pinch me |
| Two shooters right by, they’re my henchmen |
| Gucci then came all same songs keep them |
| Left that hurt my people vibrating |
| And the paper in the hood keep on ringing |
| That lil chick that I met last weekend |
| Laughing and leaving I’m working on leaning |
| Swash or seed I could check on the season |
| Freshen' the club making bitch stop creeping |
| I’m a get money bitches stand up |
| All my trap niggas put your hands up |
| Gucci man I’m so rubber band up |
| And my cosel cleaning killer A+ |
| Black maid back with the red cuts |
| Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts |
| Selling weed and I put some more butt |
| I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud |