Gamble - Gucci Mane

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

Shit, burn it down and call it justice

So holla at the bustas if you looking for a sucker

They and the body 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

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 fucking shambles

You’ll try me? That’s a gamble

AR-15 in case a nigga 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 nigga want to gamble

Nigga 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

Fuck, I’m off to get your diamonds, I just spent a fucking load

Drop a grand in six seconds. Tell a bitch 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 whore

Gucci glasses, 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

We can reconvene at a place that’s more serene

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 fucking 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 fuck all of you leeches