GoldLink - Crew REMIX (Lyrics) ft. Gucci Mane, Brent Faiyaz, Shy Glizzy

GoldLink - Crew REMIX (Lyrics) ft. Gucci Mane, Brent Faiyaz, Shy Glizzy Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ GoldLink: Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #GoldLink #CrewREMIX #GucciMane #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: It’s Gucci GoldLink Shy Glizzy D.C., E.A [Chorus: Brent Faiyaz] She see money all around me I look like I’m the man, yeah But I was down and out like last week Tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding, girl Don’t act like I’m your man You just a fan, you don’t hold rank Don’t hold no rank [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] It’s Gucci (Wop) Don’t get mad in this bitch ’cause you too bad for this shit How the relationship gon’ last if he not having no chips You need a man, buy you bags, have you bragging and shit You need no man without no plan, doing all that nagging and shit Well it’s Gucci Mane and GoldLink, and we got gold sinks I just bought my chick a cold mink, damn what them hoes think Brought the Lambo up to D.C. so they can see me Got Shy Glizzy with me, but ain’t nothing shy about me Spend a week with Gucci and I boost your self-esteem Every time I ball, you ball, we ball, girl we a team Dining with the King so you get treated like a queen Got us shining like the diamonds on my necklace, watch and rings Brrr! [Chorus: Brent Faiyaz] She see money all around me I look like I’m the man, yeah But I was down and out like last week Tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding, girl Don’t act like I’m your man You just a fan, you don’t hold rank Don’t hold no rank [Verse 2: GoldLink] Dirty ass, Maryland ass n*gga With a sick ass mouth and a slick ass flow Got your bitch around me, n*gga, ain’t no playin’ when I’m comin’ for the kitty, I’m a fool, g*ddamn Do it for my n*ggas on the coast right there Do it for my n*ggas in the ghost right now N*ggas got killed for the boy live his dreams in the hills And they watchin’ for the boy right now G*ddamn, what a time, what a year, uh We are what them young boys fear, uh I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies You can tell that from our peers right now Bet you wanna fuck me now, uh Bet you wanna love me down, uh Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said But know I’m down, uh Freaky Deaky show me somethin’, uh Shake it like you owe me somethin’, uh Pushin’ on the pussy like a button Came four times, fifth time you gushin’, uh Still gettin’ rowdy in the function, uh Bitches on my dick like it’s nothin’, uh Everywhere I go now, always got shit Bbumpin’, jumpin’, thumpin’, jumpin’, yeah [Verse 3: Shy Glizzy (Young Jefe)] Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be? Got my piece in Southeast, got her clappin’ to this beat She invite me to her crib, I walk in, she see my heat She said, “But I live in the hills,“ bitch, that’s just the way I sleep Stop that madness, I’m a savage, in traffic with MAC 11’s Bad bitch and she Spanish, I fly her to Calabasas We get nasty, I’m her daddy, she know a n*gga ain’t average Ain’t nothin’ wrong with fake asses, bitch, turn around let’s make magic I’m geekin’, uh huh I’m on it, don’t look at me like you want it, no Tell ’em that we ain’t stuntin’, in fourth down we ain’t puntin’ it King of District of Columbia, can’t come here without a permit This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas, hey! [Chorus: Brent Faiyaz] She see money all around me I look like I’m the man, yeah But I was down and out like last week Tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding, girl Don’t act like I’m your man You just a fan, you don’t hold rank Don’t hold no rank