Gucci Mane — I Think I Love Her

[Intro] Yeah, hey Gucci always talkin' 'bout he love somebody He don't love nobody (Uh-uh) Matter fact, nigga, you owe me some money don't you? Let me show you how I do this shit (Get money) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Yellow Benz with a spoiler kit, with my spoiled lil' chick Yellow diamonds on my neck and wrist, match this yellow bitch She a trip, shawty, she the shit, she know she the shit If you don't buy her what she want then she throw a fit She a bitch, shawty, mean as shit but she super thick And she act silly like a kid, give her candy stick She a pit, make her flip a brick, make her sick a chick Since a jit, I've been slangin' dick, Gucci Mane the shit (Burr) I met a girl name Susie, I let her join my group I know she not a groupie, so I let her in my coupe I stashed her in my fender wall and stashed her in my tire Susie is a money maker but that bitch a liar Susie roll in '08 'Rari but that girl on fire Pull us over Candler Road, said she had some priors Ten bricks in my car, shawty singing like Mariah Singing like the choir, better yet singing like Mya (Bitch) [Verse 2: Ester Dean] Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him That sucka think I'm loyal but I fucks with all the hustlas I be wit' all the ballas, I be at all the spots I might be in yo' kitchen, nigga, cooking with yo' pots [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean] I think I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I think I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I know I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I know I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I think I love her [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Told my boy, man, Polow Da Don I think I love this girl, man, huh, why? She sweet but keep kief, she stains her Irene Two piece, she dime piece and jeans, they dead meat She sweet, she so deep, she read with good teeth Two jobs, she get cheese, her dates, are my treat How neat, she loves to eat, we eat bon appétit We feed, she's so neat and like me, she so neat [Verse 4: Ester Dean] Nigga, always talk but I run the block This bitch is so hot, my clique, I close shop My wrist froze with rocks, I cop all the drops Unfold all the knots, expose the have-nots My hoes pose with pot like young Goldilocks We got white bulging rocks, Ziploc stocks to cop We never closin' shop, we hot, steaming hot I'm Susie Sarah plot, a click clack, p-pop-pop [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean] I think I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I think I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I know I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I know I love her Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me Nigga, you don't love me I think I love her