Partners-N-Crime - Gucci lyrics

[Meanor Talking] Whoa, we gone do it like this It's 96 mother f**ers It's all about that click mother f**ers [Chorus] b**h I got Gucci b**h I got the green, got the black I got Gucci b**h I got the brown and all that I got Gucci b**h I got the high and low to I got Gucci b**h that ain't no ordinary shoes Remember back in the day's n***as wore Bailey's in sh** and They always hooked it up with a fresh Polo fit How ever I'm a fool Now Gucci shoes now money rules Now hoes screamin' whoa now Shibe as hell when I'm bailin' up out the crib Lavish is how I live don't have a damn thing to give Now please don't get me wrong I do with Nike and Reebok's But even see me barely with some Kenny Cole high tops But she see, see I I rep 'til I die Black, brown, green or blue Three bills a whop it ain't no ordinary shoe Don't play my Gucci b**h just because you got on a Mother f**in' thirty dollar outfit Don't play my Gucci b**h just because you got on a Mother f**in' thirty dollar outfit Not braggin' on what I got People say I ain't got nothin' But to a n***a like me I got a Lil' somethin' sumthin' Shibe gift Balley Five, house with leather inside Gucci wear livin' fair people stare but I don't care Hoes like to laugh when they see me drivin' in my Hoopty [Mista Meanor] Kangol what you got? [Chorus] [Mista Meanor] Now I'm not braggin' I be raggin' Girbauds always saggin' Best from the best Because the Meanor can't be laggin' I sport Gucci cause they suit me Knock the walls of some cucci Them hoes braggin' bout me Is nothin' but some groupies Slug by the T, them Gucci down to the feet 'Cise why all them n***as player hatin' on me Shibe is in my nature [Kangol Slim] Then why them n***as hate you? [Mista Meanor] But it's all good cause they all gone catch the Vapors $299.00, $75.00 get a pair Stop lookin' in my face cause it ain't cool to stare I'm bad as Fiend, ask them hoes if I'm clean Me Michael screamin' Martin Luther "Have a Dream" Player haters get mad because a n***a be shibe Mista Meanor is the name, Big Boy is the job I stay up on my gear, because I got to look nice If you don't have any Gucci's Well it's cool on the right Cause everybody can't afford 'em That's why they can't sport 'em But I sport Gucci's like Mike sport Jordans I'm not try'na brag or put nobody down But I got Gucci the high top black, and high top brown Gucci not cheap, they cost $300.00 a whop Bein' shibe is in my nature So that's never gone stop So player hater's that's mad Strach yo a** and get glad I know ya fall to yo knees and Pray to God I do bad So respect this red n***a Cause I'm true to the game If you didn't know now you know Meanor's the name [Chorus] [Prime Time] Now hoes bein' tr'yna juke We bustin' fits with the Gucci After that we finish it off with a Fresh a** cucci Bust some fresh Baud-Bauds Even a fresh Polo, could be the black Kenny Cole Even some black Animals Better never the less, I guess I been taught by the best to impress Some of these hoes best to learn how to dress Cash Money click better come real P-N-C movin' to make an mil With the sk** that's fa'real Go buy my feet with three bills Now I've been known to be an gangster Wearin' black on black Gucci down to the side Keep a strap that's a Gat Steppin' on my Gucci's get bucked After that you get f**ed up You know you done lucked up My Gucci wasn't scuffed up G-U-CC-I is what I sport when I'm shibe Before I die I'm makin' them hoes famous From my walk side [Chorus] I got Gucci Gucci [repeats]