The ice ain't really nothing to her
Chanel louis prada what a mixture
Fuck prada, the devil wears a school uniform
Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone
Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch
After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch
I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot
The devil doesn't wear prada, the devil wears a suit,
Throw on some gucci shades cuz im blazed and i call that shit high fashion.
I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
Blow up on this society
Getting to the money
Chillin' with homies and family
How to get my rent money
If a could gucci mane would be ma character
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
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