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Young Money Entertainment Im Good Im Gucci Lyrics

Last updated: 08/10/2012 06:17:11 PM

[Intro]
I’m good, I’m Gucci
I’m good, I’m Gucci

[Verse 1]
I’ve been around town, chillin’ with my dogs
Boy I spit that heat like I’m chewin’ on a ho
These girls want my number but I’m in love with kamas
And man they think they slick tryna get cool with my mama
And man I’m getting paid, smoothed as a suede
Sling so high goddamn in the days
Shout out my brother Picky, shout out my brother Beezy
And they forget them haters if they hatin’ then they eatin’
Now I’m coolin’ in a Challenger, you know I’m paper chasin’
I don’t need a tooly, I slice you with my razor
Put my money in my hand and you say I’m a pimp
You can get pimp slackers, all you niggas is some pimps

[Hook]
All this money in my pocket got me walkin’ with a limp
Sony Digital on the beat so and you know I’m goin’ in
Polo on my drot, Polo on my Teeth
I ain’t gotta say nothin’ but YMCMB
Cuz I’m good, I’m Gucci (ah ah oh yea)
You dumb, you stupid (ah ah ah oh yea)
I’m good, I’m Gucci
You dumb, you stupid
Hatin’ on me ain’t gon get you no Lucci
Cuz I’m good, I’m Gucci

[Verse 2]
I’m Steve Harvey clean
I’m just a young G livin’ a poor man’s dream
I do it for the city, I do it for the streets
Break bread with my niggas, give ‘em 10 racks a piece
Damn it feels good, feels good to be somebody
Presidential sweet, I just pulled right in the lobby
Them niggas, they don’t want it
Them busters know what’s up
You know I rep my hood every time I’m in the club
I just cup me a whip, I just cup me a house
I wanna cup me a jet and see what that’s about
I’m ‘bout to hit the mob, gon shot that thing down
Blowin’ money with my team, poppin’ bottles with my rounds

[Hook]
All this money in my pocket got me walkin’ with a limp
Sony Digital on the beat so and you know I’m goin’ in
Polo on my drot, Polo on my Teeth
I ain’t gotta say nothin’ but YMCMB
Cuz I’m good, I’m Gucci (ah ah oh yea)
You dumb, you stupid (ah ah ah oh yea)
I’m good, I’m Gucci
You dumb, you stupid
Hatin’ on me ain’t gon get you no Lucci
Cuz I’m good, I’m Gucci

[Verse 3]
I’mma always keep it real
I’mma keep that on my chest
I’mma say just how I feel
You niggas don’t make me money
You niggas don’t pay my bills
So tell me why I should give a chug how you feel
See I’m good, I’m Gucci, my bag is Louie
All these damn cameras, it look like a movie
She jockin’ my style, lovin’ my fit
I am too fresh, I’m colder than the bricks
I woke up this morning like damn I am rich
Smacked this girl on the head and told her fix me some grits
This watch on my wrist is something you can’t afford
I got too much time, I count dollars when I’m bored

[Hook]
All this money in my pocket got me walkin’ with a limp
Sony Digital on the beat so and you know I’m goin’ in
Polo on my drot, Polo on my Teeth
I ain’t gotta say nothin’ but YMCMB
Cuz I’m good, I’m Gucci (ah ah oh yea)
You dumb, you stupid (ah ah ah oh yea)
I’m good, I’m Gucci
You dumb, you stupid
Hatin’ on me ain’t gon get you no Lucci
Cuz I’m good, I’m Gucci




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