Gucci Mane — To Be Loved

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean] I think I love her (hey, hey, hey) ..met a girl name Susie, I let her join my... ..met a girl name Susie, I let her join my... Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him [Chorus: Gucci Mane] It ain't no love in this city Shit this industry so finicky I rather fuck a stripper to be loved And I'm thuggin' in the club In the hood, in the mall, anywhere I do not want to be loved It's too emotional, it's business never personal I coulda went commercial but that's not what I does You need a hug lil' nigga You a scrub lil' nigga I'm a shooter, I do not want to be loved [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] [?] reminded, you've been blinded Looking for a squad like mine you can't find it Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, jay Bricksquad records go hard in the paint Got my shirt just like Wooh Da Kid Ain't nothing changed, Bricksquad the shit Came out reppin' straight drop I signed myself, now Gucci rich Heavy gonja rolling bricks, 200K on promotion Funny thing about it, did it all in just one weekend Homie want to be a soulja but the books are closing I'm D'd up in my office, hit the button curtains open So you can keep your love baby, bust that pussy open Cause I'm the king of diamonds, East Atlanta, I'm the spokesman I'm boastin', takin' pictures posin' Smoking like a locomotive This man serve since Souuth Dakota Touch down with 100 soldiers Taking cola, taking over, should be in a rockin' roller Hall of fame, is Gucci Mane, my chain is colder bipolar [Chorus: Gucci Mane] It ain't no love in this city Shit this industry so finicky I rather fuck a stripper to be loved And I'm thuggin' in the club In the hood, in the mall, anywhere I do not want to be loved It's too emotional, it's business never personal I coulda went commercial but that's not what I does You need a hug lil' nigga You a scrub lil' nigga I'm a shooter, I do not want to be loved [Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean] These hoes don't love me There tryna fool me You cannot trick me, yellow my time piece Gucci Mane, I love you, I really love me That's why I'm buying diamonds, my flow is that sweet Gucci Mane is so street, I love South Beach Shout out to Wyclef, I love Haiti Shout out to Bun B, we miss Pimp C I love 8 Ball & MJG, fuck niggas hate me Fuck with [?] the long way, big ups to Master P These lames ain't gotta like me or come and hug me White girl with me, snortin' off her car keys You don't love me, nigga you don't love me (I think I love her) I'm back bitch, yeah I'm back bitch Did you miss me or miss my raps bitch I'm writing history I'm writing history You niggas OV, yeah ain't you history (It's Gucci) [Chorus: Gucci Mane] It ain't no love in this city Shit this industry so finicky I rather fuck a stripper to be loved And I'm thuggin' in the club In the hood, in the mall, anywhere I do not want to be loved It's too emotional, it's business never personal I coulda went commercial but that's not what I does You need a hug lil' nigga You a scrub lil' nigga I'm a shooter, I do not want to be loved