Record Deal Lyrics – Gucci Mane

[Intro]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Huh, huh (Go Grizz)
Yeah (Huh)
Wop

[Chorus]
I’m thumbin’ through hundreds, this ain’t no record deal (Yeah)
I just want the money, she on a half a pill
Water like Dasani (It’s Gucci), I might just pay her bills
Wake up and get money (Huh?), that’s how a nigga live
Drop a half a ticket on my ears, bitch, I’m goin’ up (Brr)
That shit out of Magic at the crib, got her throwin’ up (Ugh, ugh)
Nigga, send a pack, I go HAM, nigga, load ’em up (Go, go)
Hit the E-way prayin’ I don’t get jammed, hide the odor, bruh (Huh)

[Verse 1]
Fork, I’m on the stove with it (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Whippin’ it like a fuckin’ slave, nigga, I’m a pro with it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Woah, uh (Yeah), these bitches know, nigga (Woah)
Niggas actin’ like hoes ’bout these hoes, you ain’t my bro, nigga (Nah)
Mr. Everything, yellow rice and chicken on a bitch (Gucci)
Got on every chain, smack her once, go missin’ on a bitch (It’s Gucci)
Ain’t no question, man, last time I checked, that boy a bitch (Huh?)
Twenty years, a thousand hits, I got ’em sick, ugh (It’s Gucci)

[Chorus]
I’m thumbin’ through hundreds, this ain’t no record deal (Nah)
I just want the money (Money), she on a half a pill
Water like Dasani (Water), I might just pay her bills
Wake up and get money (Money), that’s how a nigga live (Ah)
Drop a half a ticket on my ears, bitch, I’m goin’ up (Brr)
That shit out of Magic at the crib, got her throwin’ up (Ugh)
Nigga, send a pack, I go HAM, nigga, load ’em up (Go)
Hit the E-way prayin’ I don’t get jammed, hide the odor, bruh

[Verse 2]
Shorty goin’ crazy ’bout the dick, this bitch psyched out
New drop-top Lambo with the kit and it’s piped out
I ain’t the only one fuckin’ on the bitch ’cause she iced out (Brr)
She said, “Where you at?” The spot, bitch, come pull up on me right now (Spot)
Head so good, make a nigga yawn, had me knocked out (Ah)
She ride my dick, 6 in the morn’, guess I’m up now (Up)
I just hit like four different bitches, I don’t know how
Me, Go Grizz, and Pooh cookin’ in the kitchen like it’s Mr. Chow (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus]
I’m thumbin’ through hundreds (Skrrt), this ain’t no record deal (It’s Gucci)
I just want the money (Huh), she on a half a pill
Water like Dasani (Brr), I might just pay her bills
Wake up and get money (Huh?), that’s how a nigga live
Drop a half a ticket on my ears, bitch, I’m goin’ up (Brr)
That shit out of Magic at the crib, got her throwin’ up (Ugh)
Nigga, send a pack, I go HAM, nigga, load ’em up (Go, go, go)
Hit the E-way prayin’ I don’t get jammed, hide the odor, bruh (Huh? Yeah)