That's All Lyrics - Trap House - Gucci Mane

(Chorus) 

In the club tryin to find me a bad ass broad 

Gave her five for the pussy then I took her to the mall 

That's all, babygirl that's all 

18 for the whole nine-five for the half 

Came up in the hood sellin fifty dollar slabs 

That's all, playboy that's all 

(Verse) 

When them bottles start poppin girls start jockin 

The girl so fine that I took the chick shoppin 

Deuces on the old school smokin on the dro fool 

Know that it's a hit, my voice done hit the pro tool 

Gucci mane frank nitty got it like 

That never seen a chick wit a body like that 

Shawty actin feisty too damn sheisty 

Get wit Gucci mane baby you be so icy 

Can't lie baby girl you fine ass hell 

Will I hit it in the first date time will tell 

Baby says she like the way the top drop back 

Never thought my home boy girl a jock like that 

40 on the bracelet back to the basic 

A mill worth of ice in these playa haters faces 

A mill worth of ice Gucci mane good gracious 

Got a sick flow and I think it's contagious 

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(Chorus) 

(Verse) 

I ain't wit that flexin cat he investing 

Tell these playa haters to check my Bds Benz 

Like Yao Ming man my money staked tall 

I deal for a half a mill nigga that's all 

See a bad broad Gucci mane ill buy 

The same dude you shop wit I'm his supplier 

Gucci Gucci Gucci yours truly that's me 

Hood rich or cocky I just might be 

Wit my chain so bright Ray Charles might see 

More ice on me than a game of hockey 

If you want a mean dick you can ride in my six 

Suck a good dick then I'll get your hair fixed 

Gucci brake bricks down used to sell fifties 

Watch on my wrist man it cost a buck fifty 

King of the city Gucci mane Frank nitty 

I'll gives a bitch a dove if she let me touch her tities 

(Chorus) 

(Verse) 

Gucci Mane make you look like you posed to look 

Gucci shoes Gucci fit and a pocket book 

Let you party like a rock star, ride in a boxcar 

Have you gainin weight everyday eatin lobster 

All you friends invited so you can bring a partner 

Gucci in the hood sellin weed like a doctor 

Fifty dollar slab to a trunk full of holes 

Never at the house cause I'm always doing shows 

Teamed up wit big cat now they want to chit chat 

Role to crash road, flat shoals represent that 

Gucci in the booth and my flows crazy 

Is it hot in here nigga or it's just me 

Have you at south beach falling of Jet Ski 

Smokin purple weed under shade of palm trees 

In Biloxi we could spend a hundred gees 

I'll play the? You can get the slot machine 

(Chorus)