Gucci Mane - Yelp Lyrics
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    Yelp

    [Chorus]
    Flex, sex, drugs, and money
    Cars, clothes, and plenty of women
    I got all of that, I got all of that
    I got all of that, I got all of that

    Flex, sex, drugs, and money
    Cars, clothes, and plenty of women
    I got all of that, I got all of that
    I got all of that, I got all of that

    [Verse 1]
    Yo, tell the truth, Young Juice the truth
    Frenchie, Wooh, and Flocka too
    So if you wanna test my crew, step
    Now by yourself, boy, you gon' need help
    Desert Eagle under my belt
    Mac-90, double clip or flare
    So Icey all about our wealth
    Gucci Mane, I sign myself, yo swag is kinda stale
    Sick flow, I need a Ginger Ale
    Undercover, I think you are twelve
    Longway Gucci cool as hell
    Before I had a job, I had a scale

    [Chorus]
    Flex, sex, drugs, and money
    Cars, clothes, and plenty of women
    I got all of that, I got all of that
    I got all of that, I got all of that

    Flex, sex, drugs, and money
    Cars, clothes, and plenty of women
    I got all of that, I got all of that
    I got all of that, I got all of that

    [Verse 2]
    I'm so icey, my timepiece is like wow
    Bling, blow, burr, Gucci Mane, ooh child
    Million worth of jewelry on, bite down
    I'm so turnt up, Drumma Boy turn me down
    I think I see the clouds for real, I'm on a jet now
    Them 26's, junkies, please wipe it down
    Backseat of the Phantom, me and Waka have a pound
    Flyer than a eagle, no, I'm higher than an owl
    Birthday bash, I might jump off in the crowd
    Gucci crew wild, would ya'll please cut it down
    Calm down, baby, that's why I style
    Girls go wild on our tour bus, wow

    [Chorus]
    Flex, sex, drugs, and money
    Cars, clothes, and plenty of women
    I got all of that, I got all of that
    I got all of that, I got all of that

    Flex, sex, drugs, and money
    Cars, clothes, and plenty of women
    I got all of that, I got all of that
    I got all of that, I got all of that

    [Verse 3]
    Brick Squad 1017, I hear
    Walk off in club and the fine women cheer
    Diamonds in my ear, yeah, they crystal clear
    Money out the rear, engine in the rear
    I wish my dick could see me here
    Put it down like she was here
    15 diamond chains on, got your girlfriend saying burr
    7 busters on the grind, got your girl like where your balls
    250.000 dollars, homegirl, that's my truck
    60 bricks, yeah, that's my plug
    East Atlanta where I'm from
    Collard greens just like I'm [?]
    Bust so hard, I'll make you warm
    [?] Gucci Mane [?] make it thunderstom
    Fresher than you at the prom
    Ask yo sis or pay me more

    [Chorus]
    Flex, sex, drugs, and money
    Cars, clothes, and plenty of women
    I got all of that, I got all of that
    I got all of that, I got all of that

    Flex, sex, drugs, and money
    Cars, clothes, and plenty of women
    I got all of that, I got all of that
    I got all of that, I got all of that

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