The Game — Gucci everything

[Hook] Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci, Gucci everything Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci Gucci everything [Red Cafe] Look, realest nigga livin, fuck a nigga’s feelings I woke up this morning hit the block and made a killing Them ladies they love it, my niggas be plugin Graduated college mama, but I chose thugin, (Whatelse?) We got all the money, if ya’ll was lookin for it My life is a movie, my Gucci imported I just do this shit for a hobby, wearin all this jewelry excitin the federallies All this Covali, Versace, and Gucci everything I know I’m shallow but fuck it (Gucci Everything) yeah She ain't got no titties, but she got hella ass I ain't got no credit, but I got hella cash Copy, cookie, whip it package it and dump it Im the realest nigga livin, 1-hunnid Red alert, red alert Real nigga til I die though, Gucci everything [Hook] [Verse 2: Chief Keef] Well I got Gucci everything, I’m gon need a wedding ring To get married to this money I swear its my everything I want everything, I own everything My niggas on alert, yeah they on everything (bang, bang) My wrist got my chillin (bling), da villian of the village Bitch I am the realest, stackin up my millions I’m doin everything, you not doing anything My boys stay strapped, I just hope my enemies got they gun Better run, cause we shootin everything Get Fredo off the cut then you ruin everything Money is the motto, I ball hard, no lotto And bitch I need my money, need my money pronto We shoot up your condo, we ain't with the convo We gon bring everything and hit you with that combo [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] (Red) we stoppin everything (huh?) Versace everything (huh?), we coppin everything You niggas copy everything bitch Louis everything Gucci everything, that Imax 3D, movie everything Bitch Im coupin’ everything, we shooting everything When I fuck your main bitch, I put on everything Realest nigga livin, ballin like a Piston Horse power, all powder, everything we weapon [Verse 4: Game] G-U- double C-I nigga, J’s on like I’m from the Chi nigga I go hard best style nigga, 2 chains on, no lie nigga I walk into the Gucci store with them bands Holdin onto my arm is something real tan Walk out the store suddenly its real cold (burr) Gucci mane, Gucci car, Gucci van, Gucci shirt, Gucci sleeves Backpack like my hood hoe, a lot of fuckin G’s I been fuckin with Gucci since I was seventeen I’m a blood, gettin money, thats that red mixed with green Look in my closet Gucci everything, Gucci everything Married to this bitch, Gucci wedding ring Gucci everything, Gucci everything Married to this bitch, Gucci wedding ring [Hook] [Verse 5: Fabolous] I said money over hoes, I like that broad everything They got to except it though, I swipe my card and everything Let her rock the mic, she like recording everything Tongue out, legs open, Michael Jordan everything I be washing niggas up, they say I’m bathing everything First they wouldn't give us none, then they gave us everythiing When I got some paper, I brought my favorite everything That’s why Im so icee, rock …. everything (who dat?) Gucci, I roll up like sushi I’m dippin in the white shit with the wings, bluechy Green stripe, red stripe, green stripe nigga I can’t miss infrared beam tight nigga [Hook]