Gucci Mane That's That song lyrics

Whole lot of chains, don’t let them get loose

Sipping rich man juice that’s a 4 wanna deuce

All my cars they ain’t got no roof

And I’m pleading that guilty, they ain’t got no proof

Look in my closet, I ain’t got no suits

2 thousand dollar shirts, 4 thousand dollars boots

Broke ass nigga ain’t got no clue

I’m so rich I can buy your troops

Gucci going broke, you’re a god damn fool

Piss so bad, I’ma put it through school

These rob niggas don’t move like me

When I move all the young niggas gonna move

You can run up but what you gonna prove

Put your bad, put your whole god damn news

Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos

When you choose me baby, you know you can’t loose

Baby got that back pack, and that’s that

Pocket got the fast stacks, and that’s that

Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that

Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that

Nigga’s my show in the club back, and that’s that

You might not get your bitch back, and that’s that

Yeah I’m smoking on that loud pack, and that’s that

Got a bitch so bad, looking good with no pants

Running down on the booth, …so bad

Proceed on the jag, and her boyfriend bad, outside,

Bitch with the Georgia tats

Smelling so bad she a …

Passed up bitch she employ your ass

Red bottom heels and... and she riding around the city just dropping swag

Real fat ass, take out of that, I gotta ask, I gotta ask

Hunned … for the cash I do, have a car so fast I loose your ass

Go so bad that she got you blinded

Kill you a cat and you buy her diamonds

All by life, where you been, bitch so fine, we move her in

…stop, that devil tripping, last thing I need to do is move that hop

Yeah we good, and we’re …what can I say baby, I’m a tycoon

Gucci mane, I ain’t for the job no boom

But tell your girlfriend she can jump in too

Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos

When you choose me baby, you know you can’t loose

Baby got that back pack, and that’s that

Pocket got the fast stacks, and that’s that

Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that

Pull up in a what’s that, and that’s that

Nigga’s my show in the club back, and that’s that

You might not get your bitch back, and that’s that

Yeah I’m smoking on that loud pack, and that’s that