Video Say No Mo de Gucci Mane 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Gucci Mane - Say No Mo Lyrics

Say No Mo Song Lyrics
Say No Mo by Gucci Mane (Zaytoven)
Huh? Huh? (Zaytoven)
Ziggy, Ziggy
In that pocket, in that motherf**king pocket (Huh?)
Burr (Burr)
East Atlanta Santa, nigga (Yeah)
(It's gettin' cold out here, I'm freezing)
Convertibles in the wintertime (Haha)
Ha (Catch up, go)

I'm Guwop the creator, I gives a f**k 'bout a hater
I want more paper than Oprah, I sell more Oprah than Kroger (Wow)
They say, "Guwop, man, you local and plus your daddy a smoker"
Man, I'm a hood stockbroker, it ain't nobody doper
Man, I'm too fresh for the city, I should move out the country
They say nobody showed me love, but f**k it, show me the money
The best dressed in the game, I should walk down the runway
I'm in my Maybach jammin' Ross and I'm so ready for gunplay (Grrah)
You wanna be the next Gucci, you might get there one day
You wanna met Gucci, I be in Magic every Monday
Fresh bag full of cash, I walk out with the swag
You know my engine in the back and my top's in the trash (Wop)

If you ain't talking 'bout cash, say no more, say no more
If that b**ch ain't giving no ass up, say no more, say no more
If two hundred ain't on your dashboard, say no more, say no more
If it ain't no stamps in your passport, say no more, say no more
Say no more, say no more, say no motherf**king more
Say no more, say no more, say no motherf**king more
If you niggas ain't gettin' no money, say no more, say no more
If you b**ches ain't talkin' 'bout bread, say no more, say no more
Wop

You better listen to pimpin', I put that b**ch in position
I f**ked her in so many different motherf**kin' positions
That the b**ch walked out that hotel limpin'
I'm tryna beat the b**ch like a nigga just got out of prison (Damn)
Versace linen on my bed, man, they match my denim
Helmut Lang and Buscemi, man, they match my pimpin' (Helmut Lang)
Cartier with clear lenses, please don't cloud my vision
And nobody f**k with Gucci Mane kitchen (Skrrt)
Gucci Mane and 'Tiggy, man, it's classic to me (Ziggy)
You say your baby daddy broke, damn, that's tragic to me (Well, damn)
You just called me three times, that's harassment to me (Hello?)
Nigga, go and get some money, get the f**k 'way from me
Wop

If you ain't talking 'bout cash, say no more, say no more (Huh?)
If that b**ch ain't giving no ass up, say no more, say no more (Damn)
If two hundred ain't on your dashboard, say no more, say no more (Skrrt, skrrt)
If it ain't no stamps in your passport, say no more, say no more
Say no more, say no more, say no motherf**king more
Say no more, say no more, say no motherf**king more
If you niggas ain't gettin' no money, say no more, say no more
If you b**ches ain't talkin' 'bout bread, say no more, say no more
Wop