Gucci Mane No More song lyrics

Gucci: Yah

2 Chainz: Tru!

Gucci: Talkin' money

2 Chainz: 2 CHAINZ!

I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more

There's a big fat police man at my door-door-door (Door-A!)

Got me by the collar (Collar!), got me for my dollars

I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more (Mo'-Mo'-Mo', Tell 'Em!)

No more-more-more (Tell 'Em!)

I don't wanna - I don't wanna go no more-more-more (More, uh!)

Got me for my dollars (Dollars!), Somethin' in the water

I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more (Mo'-Mo'-Mo', 2 Chainz!)

Told my Migo "Que pasa, I will see you on manana"

When I met him at the dock-A he had work, I had choppa's (Bow!)

I make bands with my partners, to me "old school" is Prada

And I keep on killin' pussy, so I ride around with doctors (Tell 'Em!)

And I can't do this No-Mo'! (No-Mo'!)

Goin' to the store (Uh!) I re-up and run out - Make a hundred bands or more! (Or Mo'!)

I got Bally's on my toes (Toes!), I'm barely on my toes (My toes!)

Stack my money up so high, I got them standing on their toes! (Damn!)

I get money, I fuck hoes

I don't wash clothes, I get new ones!

Chains on, talkin' about 2 of them

But today I'm wearing a few of them

Used to trapping at that Texaco

My plug is from Mexico

My girl is professional (Tru!)

I love the trap, X and O's

I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more (Whip!)

There's a big fat police man at my door-door-door (Well)

Got me by the collar, got me for my dollars

I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more

No more-more-more

I don't wanna - I don't wanna go no more-more-more

Got me for my dollars, Somethin' in the water

I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more

She don't wanna go to Mexico, but bitch you finna' go though! (Bitch!)

Takin'??, Me and Mojo rockin' purple label Polo!

Cookin' dope in my pajamas,?? for a baby mama

Marijuana come from Tijuana, trappin' on the corner

Creepin' on the corner, run up on me - you's a goner

I'm a loner, turn a nigga to a fuckin' organ donor

All my migos drink nas, And my goons - they like piranhas

If you got some big cojones - then I'm-A mail them to your mama??, catching plays in Oklahoma (Yah!)

If you had came here two days sooner - then I could fulfill your order

She don't wan' go back to Mexico, the feds are at the boarder

She's a snorter Mr. Porter, I got bricks tapped to your daughter! (GUCCI!)

I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more

There's a big fat police man at my door-door-door

Got-got-got-got me by the collar, got-got me for my dollars

I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more

No more-more-more

I don't wanna - I don't wanna go no more-more-more

Got me for my dollars, Somethin' in the water

I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more