What's Gucci Lyrics

I know inside a strip club, but it's looking that way
Bottle let her bring the fireworks my way,
She popping on a nigga and I love it,
I can throw a stack at her, baby girl I can touch it if you wanna
Make it, make it, make it, make it nasty
Guaranteed it ain't a lot of girls walking past me, past me, past me
Girl you looking fancy, drop top convertible
You know I be smashing
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What's Gucci, that booty, girl turn around
That booty do some to me, to me
What's Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
That booty, booty, booty
Girl turn around
That booty please some do me, do me
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

Pop it for a stack girl, you know what it is
Racks on racks on racks on racks girl
I wanna see you strip
So which one of y'all coming back to the crib
Throw money in your face girl
I see you whining up your waist girl
If you didn't know, you're fucking with a winner
Conversation with your ass, can I take it out to dinner, dinner, dinner

What's Gucci, that booty, girl turn around
That booty do some to me, to me
What's Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
That booty, booty, booty
Girl turn around
That booty please some do me, do me
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack

I got a lot of hoes, I should water something
They give me super head, call them wonder woman
Throw it in reverse, better break out yeah balling
Crib full of money call it stack house
Hop in the Panamera and smash out
Keep em vibing it for me, I hear you racked out
Bitch see the crib and wanna move it
After I hit it and quit it, I throw that ass out
These niggas mad cause they need money
You wasn't you just never say money
Louie belt cost a couple hunneds
She wanna fuck with me and Brizzy saw I told her, run it, run it
Dime piece shit, dozen
If you married I can hit it better than your husband
K mac I know you heard the man
I'm throwing hunneds with damn D so pop it for a stack
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack
Pop it for a stack, stack, stack, stack.