Gucci Mane – I Hit That lyrics

[Hook]

I hit that, I hit that
I can’t even lie, I drilled that pussy
I can’t even lie, I ditched that pussy
Take this $500 and let me get that pussy

I hit that, I hit that
I can’t even lie, I drilled that pussy
I can’t even lie, I ditched that pussy
Take this $500 and let me get that pussy

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Take this $500 and let me get that thing
I can’t even lie I can’t resist that frame
The way she ride a dick is a goddamn shame
And the way she suck a dick I can’t forget that brain
It’s a real good day, base is good pay
Camping at the mansion like six whole days
I’m not no kid and I sure don’t play
But my money’s standing taller than a high top fade
I’m looking oh so Dapper Dan in these brand new jeans
What y’all mean now with all these goddamn waves?
Tried to chop me 500, baby that’s chump change
And your boyfriend is a layman, I’m a goddamn train

[Hook]

If I had a quarter for all the whores out here
I’d be like Bill Gates, top of the Fortune list
I heard your girlfriend cheated on you, that’s unfortunate
And she prayed to soul, the baby, all aborted it
I hit like five dimes but I ain’t keepin’ score with it
And that was yesterday, I’m ballin’ like a patriot
I give her dirt, you say you’re drinking ‘cause I paid for it
But I’m so rich bitch that it ain’t really cost me shit
They let the boss in this bitch, I’m spillin’ sauce n shit
I’m just a force in this bitch, I got a costly dick
Your baby momma in the booth suckin’ sausages
I’m gettin’ my dick sucked in my office sippin’ coffee, bitch

Gucci! You know!

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[Verse 2: Juicy J]

She got a lot, she’s gettin’ paid
Bust it open, she work the stage
Slidin’ down the pole like she’s fiendin’ for the fire
You smoke her out, I get the bitch higher
Hotties clappin’ that ass for cash
Bitch nigga I’m throwin’ bags
Poppin’ bottles, throwin’ dollars
Gin down the throat
Make that bitch swallow
Make her twerk while I’m smoking purple
She gon’ make your pockets hurt
Dance so freaky, I like it raw
But Juciy J ain’t Dirt McGirt
This look like the Player’s Club
Plus they all be showing love
VIP with the ratchet bitches
Shakin’ ass, off the drugs (mollies! )
They love me in the club
‘cause they know I’m tippin’
She might leave with a coup
That’s just how I’m feelin’
Real street nigga
I’mma let her hit my weed
Take her to my hotel
And put her on her knees

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