"Gucci" lyrics

I'm in- I'm in Gucci eatin' Gucci burgers (Hom)
She give me coochie in the Beam convertible
I'm in- I'm in Gucci eatin' Gucci burgers
This- this ain't Cernucci, this is real diamonds
Emilio Pucci, she's in real designer
Vibram Balenci', she's a rock climber
I play with that pussy both hands, I'm a driver
She give me coochie in the Beam convertible

Shout out Gucci, but they didn't pay for promo (Send that invoice)
Shout out the plugs that open the packs like Momo (FIFA)
Hotel room, and our cups are filled with that rojo (Shh)
I, made ten bags in a day, fuck the saying 'bout Rome
Every time I go scroll up my phone, I'm seein' more clones
I ain't pickin' a bone, just watchin' your girl, she wanna pick on my bone
I'm makin' her moan and smoke my dro when nobody's home
Je na sai pas, her boyfriend ask, she said she "I don't know"
He call her phone all day and night, but she at the 'yo
Headline show these girls might fight, invitin' loads
I got codeine inside my Sprite, then pop it a lil' mo'
To get in my mode

I'm in- I'm in Gucci eatin' Gucci burgers
She give me coochie in the Beam convertible
I'm in- I'm in Gucci eatin' Gucci burgers
This- this ain't Cernucci, this is real diamonds
Emilio Pucci, she's in real designer
Vibram Balenci', she's a rock climber
I play with that pussy both hands, I'm a driver
She give me coochie in the Beam convertible