Gucci Mane – Nina Ross Lyrics

[Intro]
(Real forever)
(Ayoza, you wrong for this shit)

[Chorus]
Pull up, drop-top Porsche, it's Off-White Forces, tag shit, straight extortion
Perc' got me distorted, this here cost too much, you can't afford it
Your ho way too boring, pull up foreign
I'm flexin', can't ignore it
Known to put that shit on, this ain't hard to me, ho, if I want it
They really mad that I'm takin' off
I be in her mouth like dental floss
I tote my lil' Nina Ross
I set them right on her lips like gloss
Wanna fuck wit' a boss-ass bitch that cost
Pick on a bitch, ooh, we like sauce
I'm catchin' plays like Randy Moss
Could've been had a mil' all this shit I bought

[Verse 1]
AMG-g hit the E-way, I'm like, "Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt" (Ayy)
I walk in, this hoe so icy, they like, "Brrr, brrr, brrr" (Woo)
Deep baguettes all in my necklace, chandelier-lier-lier-lier ('Lier)
He go crazy for this pussy, he like, "Purr, purr, purr"
I push space down to my boss, he go nasty, nasty
If a nigga get the chance to fuck Big Chant, it ain't no way he passin'
Catch your nigga up under my post, heart eyes
He love to gas me
Want to see me, then Cashapp me
If I don't hit him back, he mad at me
Ho, I get busy with my glizzy, ain't got time for this and that
Catch me Fendi, Prada, Gucci, put it on, I mix and match (Ay)
I told her that I'm just here for the neck, don't get attached
Caught her tryna sneak a picture, take her phone, lil' ho, relax

[Chorus]
Pull up, drop-top Porsche, it's Off-White Forces, tag shit, straight extortion
Perc' got me distorted, this here cost too much, you can't afford it
Your ho way too boring, pull up foreign
I'm flexin', can't ignore it
Known to put that shit on, this ain't hard to me, ho, if I want it
They really mad that I'm takin' off
I be in her mouth like dental floss
I tote my lil' Nina Ross
I set them right on her lips like gloss
Wanna fuck wit' a boss-ass bitch that cost
Pick on a bitch, ooh, we like sauce
I'm catchin' plays like Randy Moss
Could've been had a mil' all this shit I bought

[Verse 2]
I be splurgin', ice, neck hurtin', link got me talking in cursive (Big Chant)
Nigga say I look better in person
Won't see me 'less he make a purchase (On God)
Now that I'm rich my SP be worrisome
Look at 'em just like they worthless (Uh)
I carry pistols, not purses
You see me, I ain't got to rehearse it (Baow)
She pull up, we skip the talking, couple racks will get her wet (Go)
Can't let you leave me with no hickeys, I spent thousands on my neck (Go, go)
Every time I hop up out of my sleep, I bet I woke up to a check (Racks)
I'm too player, you can't fool me, niggas ain't good for shit but sex
I need a warrant, I roll up dead
Opps watch for that red dot (Woo)
Let 'em trap me, ho I bet not, I just make him bed rock
Fifteen hundred for these Off-Whites, I bought 'em dead stock (Dead stock)
And if I put my mouth up on that nigga, I made his legs lock

[Chorus]
Pull, pull up, drop-top Porsche, it's Off-White Forces, tag shit, straight extortion
Perc' got me distorted, this here cost too much, you can't afford it
Your ho way too boring, pull up foreign
I'm flexin', can't ignore it
Known to put that shit on, this ain't hard to me, ho, if I want it
They really mad that I'm takin' off
I be in her mouth like dental floss
I tote my lil' Nina Ross
I set them right on her lips like gloss
Wanna fuck wit' a boss-ass bitch that cost
Pick on a bitch, ooh, we like sauce
I'm catchin' plays like Randy Moss
Could've been had a mil' all this shit I bought

[Outro]
Big Chant
(Ayoza, you wrong for this shit)