Ballers Lyrics - Back To The Traphouse - Gucci Mane

It's Guwop, what's happening baby, what's going on? 

Yea, 1017 MPA with me 

I got Thugga PeeWee know what I mean 

I ain't trippin' 'bout that shit, I'll pay for it 

Rent it, how much it cost? 

Turn up, yeah you and your buddy 

Got a little something for ya 

It's Guwop 

I'll pay for it, I'll pay 

I don't give a damn about 

I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it, I'll pay 

I don't give a damn, I'll pay for it 

If you work real late, I'll stay for it 

No problem 'bout it, I'll pay for it 

She been working all day, working all week 

She wanna freak with me 

Ain't no problem cause I'm not cheap 

I got money all week I give her 

I got the money, I'll buy somethin' 

Call your friend, let's try somethin' 

She like girls and boys, so she trisexual 

She eat pussy, don't eat vegetables 

That ass fat, it irregular 

Is it an ass shot, or did God bless her? 

She a bad student on the 10th semester 

But she give good head like the damn professor 

Red bottom pumps like Cinderella 

Red bottom pumps like Cinderella 

Butt naked on some damn suspenders 

Ain't gotta catch her out to impress her 

Gucci Man, I'm getting money, got bad bitches on my itinerary 

Born on the 12th of February 

12 diamond chains and they all canary 

And you're not a virgin, so don't act scary 

Cause I'm not the one to bust your cherry 

It's Gucci Man and I hip-hop 

But I smoke guap like I got dreadlocks 

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I ain't really have a paper problem 

M-P-A in the building, I pay for it 

I ain't really have a paper problem 

If you workin' overnight then I stay for it 

I ain't really have a paper problem 

If I really, really, like it, I wait for it 

I ain't really have a paper problem 

I turn into a Christian like Ma$e for it 

I ain't really have a paper problem 

I ain't really have a paper problem 

I ain't really have a paper problem 

I ain't really have a paper problem 

I ain't really have a paper problem 

Rock this shit the long way I'm talkin' about U.S. currency 

Hell yea, I give you two hunna, give your ass three 

Just to make this shit a guarantee 

Payin' for the pussy ain't a problem 

Bitch, you finna get a beatin gone off the seeds and molly 

I ain't really have a paper problem 

I tote a FN if I'm short damn right I'm robbin 

No ski-mask, I already look like a goblin 

Take the guap, leave the work, boy give me the dollar 

Load the cash up, smash off, in the Impala 

Thugger, thugger, mad Max had to catch him a body 

(?) guap you know we having them dollars 

480 drop, I'm talking about the fuckin' Ferrari 

Forgiato feet you know we had to shit on them people 

I'm (?) pockets full while I'm havin' (?) 

Fuckin' up strip clubs, tryna lay on the (?) 

They know I'm havin' real paper, suck like a mosquito 

Blowin' OG gas we don't smoke on Diesel 

Get (?) the ho back, (?) 

Got bricks down 10, sell (?) 

Place your order, we'll pull up, stash spot in the Regal 

You're havin' paper nigga, make sure you're straight my nigga 

Cause them young nigga toting Desert Eagle