Zaytoven - Gamble lyrics

[Prod by Zaytoven] [Intro] Because I'm grinding Got this shining Tell my connect That I love him Tell my connect That I love him Tell my connect That I love him Because I'm grinding Got this shining Tell my connect That I love him Well shoot the house apart sh**, burn it down and call it justice [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] So holla at the bustas if you looking for a s**er They [I don't speak Spanish] and the body [more Spanish] Gucci! Cocaine white as dairy Provided by Dirty Harry I bet you call me dirty when I spun this for the Marys The pounds got me married to my negro for the cabbage I'm living lavish, gambling houses look like Caesar's Palace Gucci! Driving to the hole, I'll pull up on your for the J I'm dirty when I play, I might cross over for a Tre Gucci going postal, coast to coast about my mail I break you playing CeeLo, then I buy your drawers- Chapelle I'm higher than Stone Mountain and my penguin like a fountain My boy down in the park will leave your heart somewhere, not pounding [Hook] Gucci gamble! I keep a pocket full of hundreds like I'm finna gamble Three hundred-fifty in my duffel, finna buy a Lambo Your life in f**ing shambles You'll try me? That's a gamble AR-15 in case a n***a want to gamble I keep a pocket full of hundreds like I'm finna gamble Three hundred-fifty in my duffel, 'bout to cop a Lambo Your life ain't worth the shambles You'll try me? That's a gamble AR-15 in case a n***a want to gamble [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] n***a try fluids! My chickens rap Jewish All white beads and the light shine blue-ish Money, money money. I'm making love to it A thousands pounds of mid. You know I'm gonna move it Snowing in the summer. Raining in the club f**, I'm off to get your diamonds, I just spent a f**ing load Drop a grand in six seconds. Tell a b**h to bounce She'll find out there I bought a ward that's thicker than a house My closet like the Gucci store I am such a coochie who*e Gucci gla**es, Gucci bag, I gotta go and get some more I'm gonna roll the dice and hope that I don't crap out Can't through my hand in, I'm too low down [Hook] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] We can reconvene at a place that's more serene [In Athens] I'm a God. In Alabama I'm the king In Georgia I'm the boss. In Las Vegas I'm a baller And he's a ballerina, dodging bullets like a dodger Shout out to the bloggers. I know I'm a problem I'm strapped like Super Contra, so tell the f**ing robbers I'm inky tatted-crazy, diamonds blinking out my pinkie I'm inky in the water, guess that's why the hoes' so kinky You're wrinkly, dinky stinky record labels are beneath me Now you being nasty. Dissing when you cannot beat me I'm still undefeated, and that's an honest statement But I speak it and I preach it, so f** all of you leeches [Hook]