GUCCI (feat. BigPapa313 y JC Reyes)

(This is Moha-ha)
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Baby, I don't believe in luck
We did everything to chase that paper
I know you don't like my routine
The streets call me, I can't please you

Tell them not to envy this style
When we roll by, the whole neighborhood stares
I can't take you through the hood
Sometimes at night, you hear gunshots

She likes how I do it
When I hit it in the G Wagon
Now all the haters are mad
'Cause she’s always dressed in Gucci, Louis V, Fendi, Prada, Jimmy Choo
'Cause she’s always dressed in Gucci, Louis V, Fendi, Prada, Jimmy Choo

She’s dressed in Jimmy Choo
I pull up when the light hits
Baby, I don’t know who you are
Got a big ass, moves it like a pro
I got the vibe 'cause you got the attitude

She likes to model like my mom
Puerto Rican, tan skin, Panama flow
From the Mercedes G to the bed
You know she’s gonna be my baby, mama

She likes how I do it
When I hit it in the G Wagon
Now all the haters are mad
'Cause she’s always dressed in

Baby mama, tell me where you at
When I'm high, I want you more
I watch over you like the Glock is on me
With me, you feel so much happier

I'm so high
With Jay-Z, light it up
I move in the night
Baby, don't be shy

She likes how I do it
When I hit it in the G Wagon
Now all the haters are mad
'Cause she’s always dressed in Gucci, Louis V, Fendi, Prada, Jimmy Choo

(She likes how I do it)
(When I hit it in the G Wagon)
('Cause she’s always dressed in)