Gucci Mane - Pretty b**hes (feat. Wale) lyrics

Hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah Hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah Hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah Hey, yeah, girl, hey, yeah These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper She caught up in my love triangle I used to sell them things in triangle And that was when I was in the eighth grade Now I'm self made and I'm high paid n***a, you ain't even in my tax bracket I'm pulling Gucci denim off the clothes racket Gucci man, it's the Gucci crew Bricksquad Records, n***a, who are you? What it do n***a, what's poppin'? Find them early next summer we droppin' We back again, yeah, we back again and we gotta win She wanna be my friend These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper I pull up in that black and red challenger A competition where the challengers I pull up in that 'Rrari with the other one And thinking about goin' and gettin' another one Gucci Man, I wander right from Africa to Pakistan Understand and over stand, Gucci man in overland What a fine a**, yellow bone, she got it going on Now I got so many chains, no, they don't know what's going on Found her number in my phone and don't know what be going wrong Found her number in my phone and don't know what be going wrong She had it going on These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper Easier they know my name, magic city, throw some change Flyest n***a in this, b**h and I don't even own no chain Take your chick with no complaint, she say my sh**, oh, so great And that's why be she feeling me, yeah, I got that Novacaine Go for my debauch sh**, forced to rock till I'm nauseous Stuck up when, she sober when she rollin', got no conscious She owe these now Louis Vuitton, she work at that nudi bar Thought they do it for the money, get your camera [Incomprehensible] Dream, we can all burn till I am the highest, man Y'all a bunch of pussies, why the f** I need an alias then? Paper planes piloting, why your seller tiring [Incomprehensible] These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me These pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper