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Gucci Mane – Both Sides Lyrics

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[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Rio
Brrr gang, leave a nigga cold
What’s happening, Chi Chi

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
It ain’t my business, it ain’t my beef, I ain’t on no side
Y’all got guns and we got guns but we don’t post ours
Look, you poppin’ like the giant, he just .45
Told him hit ’em in the leg and make them niggas your size
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I made it from the skreets, it ain’t no mercy on these skreets
It’s hot as mercury, these boys’ll merk you on these skreets
These bitches double dutch so quick, they’ll jap a nigga sheets
Got niggas sleepin’ competin’ with niggas, I ain’t even competin’
If you talk behind my back no need to dap me when you see me
‘Cause I ain’t gon’ share no tip when they pick you up off the cement
A real dope boy, I make it flood in any season
While rappers goin’ broke and blame corona as the reason
I showed some niggas cannons, they mistook that I was weak
I told them I was stackin’, they just thought that I was cheap
If I took it, I was mad, I still ain’t finna give it back
No [?] in my back, consider that shit as a text
So buy some station adams and a couple ties that match
This MAC came with a shoulder scrap, the only thing retract
4PF and 1017 4 for life we trap
And we ain’t with that pity pass shit, we ra-ta-ta-tat

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
It ain’t my business, it ain’t my beef, I ain’t on no side
Y’all got guns and we got guns but we don’t post ours
Look, you poppin’ like the giant, he just .45
Told him hit ’em in the leg and make them niggas your size
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Doin’ songs for Gucci Mane, now I done ran them stupid bands up
Make no stupid, shoot your mans up, it’s a robber, put your hands up
The see me, they switch the channel, I’m the real deal, Atlanta
Ain’t no monkeys in the middle, play both sides, you get dismantle
Tuck my shit, I got my hammer, fuck that bitch, ain’t got no manners
Can’t hit that shit, that’s not my standard
She copied my dripped, she like me Grandma
I kick me a dirty Fanta, ridin’ ’round in these dirty Phantoms
I’m ’bout gettin’ business and ain’t sittin’ in no worries
I ain’t with no chitter-chatter, keep a bad one
Her ass fatter than the last one
We be takin’ shit, no askin’, we be breakin’ bricks no passin’
Everybody lit, go ask, I be in the ‘Vette, the fast one
And I got the CA, you don’t wanna see them

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
It ain’t my business, it ain’t my beef, I ain’t on no side
Y’all got guns and we got guns but we don’t post ours
Look, you poppin’ like the giant, he just .45
Told him hit ’em in the leg and make them niggas your size
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
These niggas gon’ end up dead, they keep on playin’ both sides
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties
They gon’ need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

Lil Baby – Get Money Lyrics

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[Intro]
(What’s happenin’, Chi Chi?)
(Section 8 just straight cooked that motherfucker up)
Yeah
So we was at a gas station today, I told the bros, like
Last one home owe a dub, know what I’m sayin’?
And we all ridin’ in foreigns, so
That shit super fun cuttin’ all through traffic, sayin’
Kinda felt like I made it for a change
That’s what I do

[Verse 1]
Lamborghini truck, big Dre in the cut
Bruh them Bentley-ed up behind me, know what’s in my cup
Doin’ ninety in a thirty-five like I don’t give a fuck (I’m sorry)
Aventador, I let lil’ Q ‘dem drive, make sure y’all don’t hit nobody
I can’t lie, this rap shit got us livin’ like we hit the lottery
Crippin’, knockin’ niggas out, one punch like he got into boxing
I been flying state to state for drip, I done got into shopping
Every other day, it’s somethin’ fake, I’m duckin’ paparazzi
He ain’t listen, they tapped his nugget
Label told me ain’t got no budget
This ain’t that, and that ain’t ’bout nothing
I got rich, but got folks still strugglin’
I got bros give a fuck ’bout nothin’
I got hoes, don’t give a fuck ’bout fuckin’
I ain’t did that if she ain’t got no butt
Money bring problems, okay, so what?
Pee them too real, they bought me a Rolls truck
Sent it back to get a newer version
Cullinan with the stars in it, got the captain seats in the back
I want the white paint with the red guts, all my other cars need to match it
They be like, “Ooh, ooh,” off in traffic
Gotta put racin’ gas in my track kit

[Chorus]
Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money
All I do is get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money, yeah

[Verse 2]
How you make a whole chorus about getting money? ‘Cause all I do is get money
Monday through Sunday, Sunday through Money
It ain’t no stoppin’, always gon’ clock in
Ask for my bookin’ phone like I’m trappin’
He a good rapper, yeah, but he cappin’
I treat my shows like I’m getting loads
I gotta get off anywhere I go, yeah
Hop out alone, I’m in my zone
Most of this shit I done did on my own
Niggas want credit for shit that my mama did
I really treat Lil DT like my mama kid
Been poppin’ shit since I bought me that Bonneville
I’m in Atlanta from Bankhead to Summerhill
I can’t play ’round ’cause I know it’s kill
And I know it’s real, yeah

[Chorus]
Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money
All I do is get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
Get money (Get money), get money (Get money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money (Money)
I’m getting money

Lil Baby – Social Distancing Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
(What’s happenin’, Chi Chi?)

[Verse 1]
I told her to fly and she scared of the virus, I sent her a private to get here
I made four hundred dollars off of each of these pounds, I ain’t trippin’, it’s gon’ be a good year
Solomon drivin’ while I got my hands on the chopper, I’m keepin’ my eyes in the rearview
I’m from Atlanta where they pay to triple cross niggas, they’ll dap you up, then they’ll kill you
These niggas fake and I’m real, I don’t feel ’em
My niggas takers, ain’t worried ’bout ’em stealing
I run with apes and some baby gorillas
I know a few (Shh), I can buy me a nigga
Said I wouldn’t change but my change a lil’ bigger
Four-carat ring leave a scar if I hit you
Look like a spaceship, got stars in my vehicle
These niggas fake and I don’t wanna deal with ’em all

[Chorus]
I’m social distancing
Man, these niggas can’t touch me, I can’t get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain’t got no heart and I’m devil-sent
I’m on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon’ say that they won the award

[Verse 2]
Slide in the daytime, then come back at night
We gon’ make sure that nobody play with us
They make me mad, I’ma turn up
Let’s talk about money, I swear I been savin’ up
I’m really sick with this shit, got ’em throwin’ up
He hit a lick for a brick, now he goin’ up
My niggas rapping, you see us, we blowin’ up
Hit the bitch for a rack, then ignore her
I’m so sick of these rats and these whores
I might marry my girl and just go away
Eat her out if she rich, got expensive taste
We ain’t got rush, told the pilot to fuckin’ wait
Ain’t no way I can go on no fuckin’ date
I don’t know her and she don’t know me
My lil’ boy ‘dem turnt up at a young age
You can say that it run in my genes

[Chorus]
I’m social distancing
Man, these niggas can’t touch me, I can’t get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain’t got no heart and I’m devil-sent
I’m on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon’ say that they won the award
I’m social distancing
Man, these niggas can’t touch me, I can’t get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain’t got no heart and I’m devil-sent
I’m on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon’ say that they won the award

[Outro]
I’m social distancing
Man, these niggas can’t touch me, I can’t get sick