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Gucci Mane - My Customer Lyrics

My Customer Song Lyrics
My Customer by Gucci Mane (Hook)
Yo baby daddy buy the sh*t from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get sh*t free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got sh*t fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

(Verse)
Gucci man, I'm coming through customs, and bills I'm busting 'em
Shout out to my momma, I love her, I got my money out
Niggas, they be hayley discussing, yo, where yo money, yo?
How you think Gucci Mane owe you, man, you ain't frontin', nigga
Gucii Mane not take pro'lem, you just a customer
Niggas neva thought we would make it, man, they don't f**k wid us
Juice Man brought a ton of pro'lems, 'partment full of baking bottles
We keep looking out the glasses, like we playn cops and robbers
But f**k the coppers, and f**k the robbers
It's Big Guap, yo, pusha man, I saw your problems
Look, I dunno who's looking at you wid binoculars
Alright in the phobia, four drop spiders goo up in the fight, yo

(Hook)
If yo daddy buy the sh*t from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get sh*t free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got sh*t fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

(Verse)
Cause you hanging wit a yung nigga, gulping on a wrist fish
Gallup on them on my draws, ain't leave until they ain't love
Gramy sent me freezin', man, they hardly hit 'em, b**ch gon' swole
Man on block, he had it here, man don't serve a clash here
Where's that 39 sh*t? Full of ghiddy detail
Fish scale got my phone, ring it?! Ring ring, my lil' bling it?!
All these b**ches on me feenin'. f**king money, they on my penis?!
On the road to squeeze money, world wide, nigga, we feenin'
(You a customer coming back? sh*t, I got it fo' sale)

(Hook)
Yo baby daddy buy the sh*t from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get sh*t free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got sh*t fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

(Verse)
I got it on my own, uncle got it at the bowl, possing stowe
To the low, you know everytime us go. Hustling hoe, the trap don't roll
It's outta control, everything is served
Coming through it, instead of making plays, right?
I don't sip absurd!
They dealin', they dealin', they dealin'
The trap bugs, they gon' make a killin'
Got money all under the matrice
And hundreds, they all in the ceiling
I'm f**king now all of the' b**ches
I'm make 'em do all of me business
I make 'em make all of my playz
I make 'em do all of my dealin'

(Hook)
Yo baby daddy buy the sh*t from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get sh*t free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got sh*t fo'cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer