So Many Things Lyrics - Ferrari Boyz - Gucci Mane And Waka Flocka Flame

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] 

She don't want liquor, she just want wine 

She just my kind: long hair, fat behind 

They say we're intertwined, we belong together 

In the club throwing money up, changing weather 

G's on my sweater, all I get is cheddar 

Money go-getters: Waka Flocka and 2 Timez 

Gucci - sup, I said to the Haitians 

Waddup Luchi. Free my nigga Zoe 

40K for a show. Practice what I preach 

Shawty Mane that's all I know 

Triple cup styrofoam's got me walking slow 

I'm smoking on reefer, me Gucci and Wiz Khalifa 

[Hook: Gucci Mane] 

Smoking on reefer, make a bitch out 

And leave her. Comment trough a speaker 

Grind in my 2-seater 

Cause I got a fleet-a 

Send em work like it ain't a leak-a 

I practice what I preach-a 

If you ain't got a game, I could teach ya 

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] 

I got a murder charge now for the tracks I murdered 

Like a nigga turned around, I'm going back to work 

Got a smirk on my face cause I smoke the purp 

Gucci boy, now they doing a search 

And I ain't been lame, but tame your dame 

Cause you should be ashamed how she's off the chain 

I'm insane in the brain like Saddam Hussain 

I got a brink of extra change of this extra 'caine 

It's crazy, Dwayne just counting strange 

Me and Waka Flocka Flame on a private plane 

With 2 bad ass bitches, bout to run a train 

Like an organ donor, baby loan the brain 

[Hook: Gucci Mane] 

Smoking on reefer, make a bitch out 

And leave her. [?] speaker 

Grind in my 2-seater 

Cause I got a fleet-a 

Send em work like it ain't a leak-a 

I practice what I preach-a 

If you ain't got a game, I could teach ya