Look Ma I Did It (Clean)歌词-Gucci Mane&Baby Racks

Look Ma I Did It (Clean)歌词由Gucci Mane&Baby Racks演唱，出自专辑《Look Ma I Did It (Clean)》，下面是《Look Ma I Did It (Clean)》完整版歌词！

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Look Ma I Did It (Clean) - Gucci Mane/Baby Racks

Lyrics by：Anthony Germaine White/Dajour Jamal Walker/Quincy Lamont Williams/Radric Davis

Hold on hold on alright

1017

Baby Racks Baby Racks

Baby Racks

Racks

Long money Wop

I'm loaded Baby Racks

Loaded

Honcho on the beat b***h

Go

I heard you broke yeah you trippin'

They said I couldn't do it but look ma I did it

It's Gucci

They said I couldn't do it but look ma I did it

They said I couldn't do it but look ma I did it

Yeah

Go

I heard you broke yeah you trippin'

I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen

Yeah

They said I couldn't do it but look ma I did it

Mama

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines

Skrrt

These n***as had counted me out

Nah

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout

Ha

I don't know what that's 'bout

I keep them bands in a drought

Bands

They comin' in comin' out

Yeah

B***h I look like I'm a dollar sign

You don't see that then you colorblind

I get the money ahead of time

These n***as green like a dandelion

Play with my money get penalized

These n***as poppin' on Facebook Live

We used to go in on three-fives

I can go snatch my own P now

Your b***h get snatched like a rebound

Don't got no time for no handouts

I'm the one you shouldn't play 'round

I been a boss this ain't overnight

High as a Delta flight

Hundreds be older than Betty White

Diamonds be shinin' like city lights

Playin' with sticks like it's fisher-Price

This s**t get scary like poltergeist

Baby Racks yeah that's my copyright

Pockets be fat but my skinnies tight

Say he want smoke then it's on sight

We just gon' pop up with no invite

Yeah boy you real funny like Peter

Got stripes like Adidas

These n***as be singin' like Keisha

I need me a b***h just like Gina

I'm selfish as f**k I keep buyin' two-seaters

I'ma just f**k on her you can still keep her

I'm sellin' d**e like it's legal

Might just go get a white beamer

Havin' more spots than a cheetah

Drop a deuce that's that Regeta

Yeah

I heard you broke yeah you trippin'

I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen

They said I couldn't do it but look ma I did it

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines

Skrrt

These n***as had counted me out

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout

Yeah

I don't know what that's 'bout

Nah

I keep them bands in a drought

They comin' in comin' out

Huh

I'm so rich can't call me trick if I pay her

I used to trap out a room in Decatur

Skrrt

All in Las Vegas wave hi to the haters

Hi

My outfits is tailored big tippin' the waiter

Wow

I'm comin' trim like it come with the trimmin'

All on the yacht with no shoes rockin' linen

Yeah

Industry n***as be actin' like b***hes

Too feminine I'd rather collab with women

When I got on I put folks in position

I had a vision started in the kitchen

My hustle relentless the purest intentions

Woke up in Sim' Valley with no picket fences

D**n

I cannot stop 'til I run up a billion

I'm tryna stack these M's up to the ceilin'

D**n

I'm at the top but I come from the trenches

Bet mama look down be like Gucci you did it

Mama

I heard you broke yeah you trippin'

I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen

They said I couldn't do it but look ma I did it

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines

Skrrt

These n***as had counted me out

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout

I don't know what that's 'bout

Nah

I keep them bands in a drought

They comin' in comin' out

Bands

My last b***h showed me that these h*es wasn't nothin'

So I'ma just marry the money

Me and Ben Franklin got something in common

I might propose with a bag full of hundreds

Say he got P's well I need me a dozen

I might just go put 'em all in the oven

Watch how them racks come back lookin' so lovely

Money the only topic in discussions

You know all my b***hes exquisite

I'm tryna go get it

Might just take your b***h to Spondivits

My pockets be looking like spinach

All of my cars they be tinted

So you cannot see who in it

They tryna f**k up my image

B***h I'm Pablo in the city

I might just come with a fifty

I cannot stop 'til I push up in Bentleys Bentleys Bentleys

I heard you broke yeah you trippin'

I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen

Yeah

They said I couldn't do it but look ma I did it

Mama

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines

Skrrt

These n***as had counted me out

Nah

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout

Ha

I don't know what that's 'bout

I keep them bands in a drought

Bands

They comin' in comin' out

Yeah

B***h