Fuck Wit Me lyrics

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I met this pretty yellow bitch her name was Jasmine
she said I'm ten times richer than her last man
I get like 50 thousand dollars on her back in
and fuck that shot with me you know I got them bags in
I'm stupid so I got my engine in the ass in
I'm in the back of my rose what I'm actin'
my wrist spin like a motherfucker win meal
I talk cash yeah I'm slicker than the old spill
your girlfriend so dick like a vacuum
excuse me I know you took that bitch to Cancun
my automor says is not fifty..
I sew flicks and bricking DDT a hoe bill

Hook:
Hopefully, hopefully
I'm running for me come and vow for me, vow for me
vow for me, smoke wit me
frown a couple bags I let you work for me
so dope for me, then blow for me
Gucci Mane I work here that's a poke for me,
she cry, she cry, fuck wit me, fuck wit me
shit is color grins I got them groceries, huh

I'm throwin money nigga like I Tom Grady
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don't be surprised the Gucci fuck your whole lady
I walk down a gamma nigga you rock all night
I took your girlfriend to the spot and she was damn crazy
might just hit the club what I 80 owe
bitch just standing in the lie what they waiting on me
so much ice on that shooter, brought I won the cope
put them chick is on the table like is dinner time
you know Gucci Mane ain't the shit and nigga been a fool
teen nigga scriple bitches in my swimming pool
two topless rush and twins playing ping pong
and they say my patience short but my money long

Hook:
Hopefully, hopefully
I'm running for me come and vow for me, vow for me
vow for me, smoke wit me
frown a couple bags I let you work for me
so dope for me, then blow for me
Gucci Mane I work here that's a poke for me,
she cry, she cry, fuck wit me, fuck wit me
shit just color grins I got them groceries, huh