Gucci Mane Come Fuck With Me Lyrics

I met this pretty yellow bitch, her name was Jasmine,
She said I'm ten times richer than her last man.
I get like 15 thousand dollars on a bad game
But f*ck that come shop with me you know I got them
bags in.
I'm stupid, so I got my engine in the ass in,
I'm in the back of my Rolls with a Mac 10,
My wrist spin like a motherf*cker windmill.
I told cash shit, I'm slicker than an R spill.
Your girlfriend suck dick, like a vacuum,
Excuse me, I know you took that bitch Cancoon.
My automat saying 9: 50 ten 'till.
I suplex a brick and ddt a whole bail.

Hopefully, hopefully.
I'm running for mayor, come and vote for me.
Vote for me, smoke with me,
Pron a couple beds, I'll let you work for me.
Sell dope for me, get blow for me,
Gucci Mane got work, yea that's a quote from me
Cheap price, f*ck with me.
Shit these colour brands, I got them groceries.

I'm throwing money, nigga, like I'm Tom Bradie, Don't be surprised if Gucci f*ck your old lady.
How I felt about you nigga, you are all navy,
I took your girlfriend to the spot and she went dumb
crazy.
Might just hit the club with an 80 on me
Bitches standing in line, swear they're waiting on me.
So much ice on, I should have bought a water coat,
But the chick is on the table like is devil time,
You know Gucci Mane, the shit, that nigga burned a
fool.
Chill niggas, cripple bitches in my swimming pool,
Two topless Russian twins playing ping-pong
And they say my patience's short, but my money long.

Hopefully, hopefully.
I'm running for mayor, come and vote for me.
Vote for me, smoke with me,
Pron a couple beds, I'll let you work for me.
Sell dope for me, get blow for me,
Gucci Mane got work, yea that's a quote from me
Cheap price, f*ck with me.
Shit these colour brands, I got them groceries.