Wale - Pretty b**hes lyrics

[Intro] "Listen to the track b*tch!" echoes Ay yeah girl... ay yeah (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr) Gucci (brr-brr!) [Hook: Gucci Mane] The pretty b**hes love me, them b**hes love me I think them b**hes love that I'm a bottle popper [Gucci Mane] She caught up in my love triangle I used to sell them things in triangles 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 Brick Squad rappers, n***a who are you? What it do n***a? What's poppin? By them 30 next summer we droppin We back again, yeah we back again And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend [Hook] [Gucci Mane] I pull up in that black and red Challenger A com-pe-tition, where the challengers?! I pull up in that 'Rari with them other ones And thinkin 'bout it, I'm goin and gettin another one Gucci Mane I run the land from Africa to Pakistan Understand and overstand, Gucci Mane in Overland What a fine a** yellow bonnnnnnnnnne She got it goin on Now I got so many chains on they don't know what's goin on Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong Find the number in my phone and don't know what be goin wronnnng She had it goin on [Hook] [Wale] Brr, brr, ay, lemme see, okay A-T-L 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 yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my sh** oh so great And that's why she been feelin me.. and y'all got that novocaine Go for mine, that ball sh**, pour Ciroc 'til I'm nauseous Stuck up when, she sober when, she rollin got no conscience She OD's on Louboutin, she work at that nudie bar Told her do it for the money, get your Cameron Newton on Green we can all burn(AuBurn), 'til I am the highest man(heisman) Y'all a bunch of pussies, why the f** y'all near the lion's den? Paper planes, pilotin, Y-S-L attirin' Way a n***a be in gals you'd think I know Esiason Burrrr! [Hook]