[Hook]
Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci, Gucci everything
Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci Gucci everything
[Red Cafe]
Look, realest nigga livin, fuck a nigga’s feelings
I woke up this morning hit the block and made a killing
Them ladies they love it, my niggas be plugin
Graduated college mama, but I chose thugin, (Whatelse?)
We got all the money, if ya’ll was lookin for it
My life is a movie, my Gucci imported
I just do this shit for a hobby, wearin all this jewelry excitin the federallies
All this Covali, Versace, and Gucci everything
I know I’m shallow but fuck it (Gucci Everything) yeah
She ain't got no titties, but she got hella ass
I ain't got no credit, but I got hella cash
Copy, cookie, whip it package it and dump it
Im the realest nigga livin, 1-hunnid
Red alert, red alert
Real nigga til I die though, Gucci everything
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Well I got Gucci everything, I’m gon need a wedding ring
To get married to this money I swear its my everything
I want everything, I own everything
My niggas on alert, yeah they on everything (bang, bang)
My wrist got my chillin (bling), da villian of the village
Bitch I am the realest, stackin up my millions
I’m doin everything, you not doing anything
My boys stay strapped, I just hope my enemies got they gun
Better run, cause we shootin everything
Get Fredo off the cut then you ruin everything
Money is the motto, I ball hard, no lotto
And bitch I need my money, need my money pronto
We shoot up your condo, we ain't with the convo
We gon bring everything and hit you with that combo
[Hook]
[Verse 3: French Montana]
(Red) we stoppin everything (huh?)
Versace everything (huh?), we coppin everything
You niggas copy everything bitch Louis everything
Gucci everything, that Imax 3D, movie everything
Bitch Im coupin’ everything, we shooting everything
When I fuck your main bitch, I put on everything
Realest nigga livin, ballin like a Piston
Horse power, all powder, everything we weapon
[Verse 4: Game]
G-U- double C-I nigga, J’s on like I’m from the Chi nigga
I go hard best style nigga, 2 chains on, no lie nigga
I walk into the Gucci store with them bands
Holdin onto my arm is something real tan
Walk out the store suddenly its real cold (burr)
Gucci mane, Gucci car, Gucci van, Gucci shirt, Gucci sleeves
Backpack like my hood hoe, a lot of fuckin G’s
I been fuckin with Gucci since I was seventeen
I’m a blood, gettin money, thats that red mixed with green
Look in my closet
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Married to this bitch, Gucci wedding ring
Gucci everything, Gucci everything
Married to this bitch, Gucci wedding ring
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[Verse 5: Fabolous]
I said money over hoes, I like that broad everything
They got to except it though, I swipe my card and everything
Let her rock the mic, she like recording everything
Tongue out, legs open, Michael Jordan everything
I be washing niggas up, they say I’m bathing everything
First they wouldn't give us none, then they gave us everythiing
When I got some paper, I brought my favorite everything
That’s why Im so icee, rock …. everything (who dat?)
Gucci, I roll up like sushi
I’m dippin in the white shit with the wings, bluechy
Green stripe, red stripe, green stripe nigga
I can’t miss infrared beam tight nigga
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