GUCCI MANE – Spread The Word

Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Is Gucci
Burr
Holiday Season

All this money out here,
Gotta get it
Price so cheap
Holiday Season, nigga

[Verse 1:]
When it’s winter time I fly to where its summer time
Spend a hundred grand at any given time of day
So much cash on me you think I robbed an armored truck
Smoking kush in front of twelve like we don’t give a fuck
Want some trap shit you came to the right place
In a V state traffickin these cali grapes
I’m a king I swear that I should play for Sacramento
Put a hit on you, yo hoe, and all the folks you kin to
Treat my cars just like my house, put curtains on my window
So much codeine in the sprite, it look like Pepto-Bismol
Miss me with all of that gossip and innuendo
They say my diamond chain is ill they say that I’m a sicko
Made a hundred thousand dollars standing at the citgo
You bust it open you see crystals sparkling in the middle
And I never stopped drinkin nigga ’cause I’m not a quitter
And when I hit the club I hit it with a bunch of killers

[Chorus:]
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
That trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man
Gucci mane La Flare I got old money, (old money)
And I’ma be a hustling’ ass old man, old man
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low I’m at a loss for words
I know you niggas heard I got them Georgia birds
23.5 Nigga spread the word
Holiday Season Nigga

[Verse 2:]
Fuck with me you know I got that Charlie Sheen
Hundred pints of purple that’s a lot of lean
Got 2000 pounds of swag look like I cut the grass
He said the robbin crew gon snatch me but that made me laugh
So many bank rolls in my ride this pockets bout to bust
Walking trought the mall and smelling like a pound of kush
I got thirty grand on me and a.40 Cal
I’m in a Louie V store signing autographs
My plug text me sayin he just came
I text him back my nigga I’ll be on my way
I’m selling most skilled that’s fine digger
Got a four bedroom with like twelve kitchens
And ain’t no broke niggas coming to my house
Got that white girl call her Amy Winehouse
Old school 7 4 costs a town house
Better bring ‘em pounds before I bring the 9 out

[Chorus:]
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man
Gucci mane the flayer I got all money, all money
And I’m a be a hustler as old man, old man
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low I’m at a loss for words
I know you nigga heard I got them joyner birds
23.5 Nigga spread the word
Holiday Season Nigga
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
That trap boy then turned into a dope man