Gucci Mane – Still Mo Money lyrics

[Intro: OJ Da Juiceman]
Ayeeeeeee
So Icey Entertainment
Young Juice
Introducing..... Big Bruh
Show these pussies, Why you a Bully Big Bruh
08 Dually Ridin
Hummer H2 Ridin
'08 Vette Ridin
So Icey Entertainment
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Wild guap, a hot guap I think I need a side job
Dont hit me on my side kick cause I dont need Dodge Charge
Jive Turkey, Turkey, Bacon, Eggs, what your wife cooked me
Fucked her in your favorite chair, damn she got some good pussy
Wet pussy, throw that pussy, getting money, high money
Shawty getting good money, but that girl a big dummy
Dumb money, fun money, naw this ain't Young Money
Signed Wooh and Frenchie but Juice got his own money
So Icey Ent, Gucci got his own company
Ball money, mall money, y'all making small money
Biting on my lyrics, need to give us half yo show money
Blow money, Dro money, Drug money, Mo Money

[Interlude: Gucci Mane]
Mo Money, Mo Money, Gucci Gucci Juiceman
Haha, treat the album like a mixtape
Yall Niggas ain't gettin no money man
I'm on my CEO shit, right now man
What it do Juiceman

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I'ma do me ask LO who the fucking man
Walking with a waddle and we still popping bottles man
Sex in the club, baby girl bet my sex better
Not mayweather but I wrote Keisha a love letter
You like my dougie, baby baby shake your booty meat
Can't call nobody king, nigga Im the king
In the pen for a murder, I am not a murderer
Nigga tried to murk me, why Im in a county for?
Shout out to my nigga Killer Mike for that body rock
Take gucci mane chain, I'm a make your party stop
So Icey biker boys we can make your party pop
I ain't T-pain dont try me with that sissy stuff

[Interlude: Gucci Mane]
Sissy ass Nigga
HA! (We dont need u for no Hooks, ova here)
I am MR.P-E-R-F-E-C-T, I didn't do good on my S.A.T
But i got the B-A-N-D (get off my Deeeeez Nutssss)
That is So Icey Boy Juiceman, I am Mr.Kangaroo Pocket
So Icey the SNS get off our Motherfuckin Dicks !
IT'S GUCCI.......IT'S GUCCI.... MR.PERFECT

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I love trap girls, I dont want no Bust it Baby
I dont have a bucket baby, wanna skeet on my mercedez
Stuck on glits on humma truck, go ride in my Dually baby
Pick you up in viper truck, go ride thru all thru Decatur
They wanna a murder me, next thing you know my new nocatti 4 5 in my pocketscreen, I dont wanna hurt nobody
See no evil hear no evil, late at night I see dead people
Drop-top chevy scaring people so I call dat bitch Crypt Keeper