Gucci Errythang - Chief Keef, Red Cafe, FAB

Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci, Gucci everything

Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci everything, Gucci Gucci everything

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

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

(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

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

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