Booty Shorts Lyrics - Trap House - Gucci Mane

(Chorus) 

Put on your booty shorts 

Ooh, I really like the sexy way you walk 

Ooh, I like the way you make your booty talk 

Everytime you put on your booty shorts 

Believe dat girl 

(Verse) 

I don't holla at girls girls holla at me 

I don't throw dollars at girls, they throw dollars at me 

Gucci you conceited bitch I might be 

cause my chain so bright Stevie Wonder might see 

Yea you got a man but ya man ain't me 

Add ya whole life savings times three 

The mouth full of dro and the clothes ain't free 

so you gotta be a dimepiece to approach me 

How much 'unh can one girl take 

How many cakes can one man bake 

Playa on the real man I don't know 

I just love it when they fresh and they ass cheeks show 

Everybody stare when I walk in the room 

Smokin on purp got me high like the moon 

Chain front big like its New Year's Eve 

but my Rollie on fire like the first day of June 

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(Verse) 

I neva seen a chick wit a body like that 

Gucci Mane Lil Flap bitch I got it like that 

Stuntin in the club wit my nigga Big Kap 

made the waitress come back wit 20 mo' stacks 

Iced out chain got a iced out grill 

Independent I ain't got no deal 

Hood rich bitch do ya know the feelin? 

My watch worth damn near a quarter million 

Shawty got some shorts on oh, so small 

Say she like me cause my rims real tall 

If you want work bitch you can call us 

you in big wheels baby we some ballers 

Money ain't a thang to the boy Gucci Mane 

Old school Chevy same color cocaine 

Ridin through the hood throwin money out the brain 

and I'm lookin for the girls wit the booty shorts mane 

(Chorus) 

(Verse) 

Candy Escalade 26 inch blades 

Throw back money from back in eighth grade 

Ya dancin in the club so I know ya get paid 

but I betcha you'd look betta wit these microbraids 

Girls in the club like dat there stank 

Showin off three or four rubberband banks 

Me and HB keep a big bankroll pulled up in a Hemi wit the Lambo Doors 

Me and yo chick in a red corvette 

I neva had shit nigga what ya expect 

Neva seen a young man paint so wet hood rich and my album ain't even dropped yet 

You'll neva see a man wit a watch like mine 

Face real pretty and a body real fine 

When we get home I'm a break her spine 

Get in her ear and corrupt her mind