Gucci Store Songtext
von Deko

Right, uh, yeah, ayy, yeah (Deko), uh, yeah (woah), uh (woah)
Moon (woah), Kid (woah), ayy (woah)

All I do is flex, ayy (woah)
I pull out the check, ayy (woah)
Baby gave me neck, ayy (woah)
Hey, hey, hey
I′ve been on my grind (hey)
Do this all the time (hey)
'Bout to fucking shine, cooling with my fucking slime (woah)
(Wow) out (wow) the Gucci (ooh) store (brrr)
I′m mad (brrr) as fuck (yeah)
They ain't even have what I wanted bruh
Hell naw, so I went online and looked it up (ooh, yeah, ooh)


Money (or) money (or) Gucci shoes, shit
I can never lose (ayy), I can never lose (or)
Baby you a floose, ooh, ooh, ooh
I see you asleep (yeah), snooze (hey), lose
Get up off my face, you a fucking fake
You a damn disgrace, I got money on my mind
Come into my place, nut all on her face
Then I'm on my way, I got too much on the line, ayy

Why you front? You my baby
Woke up in a new Mercedes
CLA, ambient lighting so crazy, woah
Get up out my face you hatin′, oh

All I do is flex, ayy (woah)
I pull out the check, ayy (woah)
Baby, gave me neck, ayy (woah)
Hey, hey, hey
I′ve been on my grind (hey)
Do this all the time (hey)
'Bout to fucking shine, cooling with my fucking slime (woah)
(Wow) out (wow) the Gucci (ooh) store (brrr)
I′m mad (brrr) as fuck (yeah)
They ain't even have what I wanted bruh
Hell naw, so I went online and looked it up
Ooh, yeah, ooh


And the bih come and meet me at the hideaway
Suck my dick ′til I'm sleepy, right away
Pull up with that Lamborghini, shinin′, hey
Get it poppin' when you see me, night or day
At Fellini's, baby fuckin′ with me
She notice I got the cheese, the mozzarella on me
She told me she want a bean, I gave her the poppy seed
Like, why you talkin′ to me? I ain't got no enemies, ayy

Why you front? You my baby
Woke up in a new Mercedes
CLA, ambient lighting so crazy, woah
Get up out my face you hatin′, oh

All I do is flex, ayy
I pull out the check, ayy
Baby, gave me neck, ayy (woah)
Hey, hey, hey
I've been on my grind (hey)
Do this all the time (hey)
′Bout to fucking shine, cooling with my fucking slime (woah)
(Wow) out (wow) the Gucci (ooh) store (brrr)
I'm mad (brrr) as fuck (yeah)
They ain′t even have what I wanted bruh
Hell naw, so I went online and looked it up (ooh, yeah, ooh)