Hate Me Some More

[Intro: Gucci Mane] It's Gucci! Ziggy! [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Well my trap house be bunking hard all the time Money sticking out my pockets like a porcupine I hope this cocaina cross the borderline I made a million dollars just with this lil fork of mine I'm in the kitchen whippin deuces up like half the time The other half the time I'm busy somewhere on the grind Any ? trappin 9 days Don't give a fuck about what they say, my nigga: crime pays Gucci! Twenty thousand in singles but I tossed it I used to have a top but then I lost it I used to have a conscience but I lost it I boss so hard that I'm exhausted! It's Gucci! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] More, more Hate me some fuckin more! I love it when you hate me It make my money grow [Verse 2: V-Nasty] Where my money? I think it's on that new shit On my fucking block I ain't never gotta prove shit Every time you see me, you know I'm rocking new shit I got a new whip off of a new bitch Shit I do this, you know what the truth is Bitch ain't like me cause I'm cocky and I'm ruthless The bitch is bummy, no money, she is useless I got them fuckin choppers that'll really go through shit Hold up, I'm way better than the average In my city, I ain't nothing but a savage So many cars, garage look like traffic When I pull my whips out, you know I'm causing damage [Chorus: Gucci Mane] More, more Hate me some fuckin more! I love it when you hate me It make my money grow [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I'm a quarterback, I take a quarter out And but a quarter back and help harvest that It's that ice attack when I rob my chain When the girls see me, catch a heart attack Told her scrubbin, that's a well-known fact ? what you know about that? Kill the ho, where your hoes at? Nigga, beef with me, now how smart was that? I'm goin in like a curfew Like yesterday you old news In the studio with chrome tools No engineers, them pistols I should walk around with toilet tissue Til the end time bring ?