First Drive Then Ride
[Verse 1]
Ménage me, Message Me
Girl top me in top speed
My drop beam is topless
Two dimes in my back side
The front seat is Smoke P
They know this is no town
I’m focus and smoking
While fingering the both them
First I let her drive me
Then I let her ride me
I creep up like a car thief
And steal her in a heart beat
So much jewelry on me
You should stand beside me
I know that she a car freak
Got skeeted on hеr white tee (Bling!)
So much money on me
I think thеy should clone me
I may leave her lonely
But I won't leave her only
First she drive the jet ski
Then I drive her crazy
Gucci Mane the gracious
Shawty softer than my silk sheets
[Chorus]
First I let her drive me
Then I make her drive me
(Nnnneeeooooowwwww Go! Go!)
First I let her drive me
Then I let her ride me
(Nnnneeeooooowwwww)
First I let her drive me
Then i make her ride me
(Nnnneeeooooowwwww Gucci!)
[Verse 2]
Hocus Pocus
Touch the butt and my zipper open
Abracadabra
I touch another and my tail was smoking
Mines was burning like Lil Darrel boy he special really
Gucci help pedal my boys up way to a quarter million
Sketchy extensions my britches cost me ‘bout a quarter chicken
Bentley’s and Bentley’s and BMW’s since only 20
(Unintelligible)
Flexing on niggas?
Flexing with clothes he got from other niggas
(Unintelligible)
Black as a ninja
High as the spinners
I see past the window
Gucci the blizzard lizard and listen this is not a rental
[Chorus]
First I let her drive me
Then I make her drive me
(Nnnneeeooooowwwww Go! Go!)
First I let her drive me
Then I let her ride me
(Nnnneeeooooowwwww)
First I let her drive me
Then i make her ride me
(Nnnneeeooooowwwww Gucci!)
[Verse 3]
Gucci Hah!
Try this right, Prada kicks, she exotic
I take it on my iPhone, sorta like my SideKick
My first bitch, she a bad bitch
Perfectly perfect
She so thick
Loving buying her purses
And outfits, she’s worth it
My bitch like a fire pit
Murder and the Swanky’s
This lady got the gamba
Gucci got the marks set
Mama called me
Like “Martin why you only driving Monday?”
Mindful and mindless
One day you’ll get money
Present day, not today, Sunday
You ain’t got no money
Taxes and this uzi got its own mic display
Diamond on girl wild so call me Gucci sensei, sensei
Call me Gucci Sensei
So many wheels they should call me Gucci Kinte
Kinte
So many wheels they should call me Gucci Kinte
So many chains they should call me Gucci Kinte
But I’m not a slave though
[Chorus]
First I let her drive me
Then I make her drive me
(Nnnneeeooooowwwww Go! Go!)
First I let her drive me
Then I let her ride me
(Nnnneeeooooowwwww)
First I let her drive me
Then i make her ride me
(Nnnneeeooooowwwww Gucci!)