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Gucci Mane - My Customer Ft Bankroll Fresh Jose Guapo Lyrics

My Customer
R-I-P to Michael Jackson
Live at the brick factory
Moonwalk, Screwop
Guwop
Your baby daddy buy this shit from me (he my customer)
Your old lady come and get shit free (she my customer)
You know I sell a fifty pack a week (I love my customers)
Shop with me you know I got shit for cheap (I love my customers)
You my customer, damn she my customer
He my customer, damn they my customers
Daddy a hustler, momma raised a hustler
To you, your baby brother
To me, just a customer
Gucci Man, I'm coming through customs and bails, I'm bustin' 'em
Shoutout to my momma, I love her, I got my money up
Niggas, they be hating, they be discussing us when your money up
How you figure Gucci Mane owe you man you ain't front me none
Gucci Man, I take a problem, you just a customer
Niggas never thought we would make it, man they didn't f*** with us
Juice man tote a bag of problems, apartment full of baby bottles
AK peekin' out the blinds, it's like we playin' cops and robbers
But f*** the coppers and f*** the robbers
It's Big Guwop, your pusha man, I solve your problem
Look out on the roof, lookin' at you with binoculars
Arachnophobia, four drop spiders Guwop got options
Fresh you hanging with a young ni*** (?)
Got bong off in my drawers ain't leavin' till ain't nothin' left
(?) man and how the hell this bitch gone sell
Man the block its hot as hell
Man I'm servin' clientele
Waist down, 39 shells, pull up get it detailed
Fishscale got my phone ringing
And you know my neck blinging
All these bitches on me fiendin'
Talking money, they on my penis
Buying rolly street money
Worldwide, ni*** we eatin'
I got it on my own, uncle got it out the bowl
Pots and stove for the low
You know everything must go, (?) and hoes
The truck gone roll, it's outta control
Everything is served
Thumbing through it, steady making plays while I'm sippin' syrup
They dealin', They dealin', They dealin'
The Trap House is gonna make a killin'
Got money all under the mattress and hundreds, they all in the ceilin'
I'm fuckin' on all of these bitches
I make 'em do all of my business
I make 'em make all of my plays
I make 'em do all of my dealings
[Hook: Gucci]