[Intro: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean]
I think I love her (Hey, hey, hey)
Met a girl name Susie, I let her join my group
Met a girl name Susie, I let her join my group
Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him
Well, my name is Susie and Gucci think I love him
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Tell me how
It ain't no love in this city
Shit, this industry so finicky, I rather fuck a stripper to be loved
And I'm thuggin' in the club, in the hood, in the mall, anywhere
I do not want to be loved
It's too emotional, it's business, never personal
I could've went commercial, but that's not what I does
You need a hug, lil' nigga, you a scrub, lil' nigga
I'm a shooter, I do not want to be loved
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Know I don't mind it, you've been blinded
Lookin' for a squad like mine? You can't find it
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, yay
Bricksquad Records go hard in the paint
Got my shirt just like Wooh Da Kid, ain't nothin' changed, Bricksquad the shit
Came out reppin' Str8 Drop, I signed myself, now Gucci rich
Heavy ganja rolling bricks, 200K on promotion
Funny thing about it, did it all in just one weekend
Homie wanna be a soldier, but the books are closin'
My feet up in my office, hit the button, curtains open
So you can keep your love, baby, bust that pussy open
'Cause I'm the King of Diamonds, East Atlanta, I'm the spokesman
I'm boastin', takin' pictures posin', smokin' like a locomotive
D man serve since South Dakota, touch down with a hundred soldiers
Takin' cola, takin' over, should be in the Rock & Roller
Hall of Fame, it's Gucci Mane, my chain is colder, bipolar
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Tell me how
It ain't no love in this city
Shit, this industry so finicky, I rather fuck a stripper to be loved
And I'm thuggin' in the club, in the hood, in the mall, anywhere
I do not want to be loved
It's too emotional, it's business, never personal
I could've went commercial, but that's not what I does
You need a hug, lil' nigga, you a scrub, lil' nigga
I'm a shooter, I do not want to be loved
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ester Dean]
These hoes don't love me, they tryna fool me
You cannot trick me, you love my time piece
"Gucci Mane, I love you," I really love me
That's why I'm buyin' diamonds, my flow is that sweet
Gucci Mane is so street, I love South Beach
Shout out to Wyclef, I love Haiti
Shout out to Bun B, we miss Pimp C
I love 8 Ball, MJG, fuck niggas hate me
Fuck with Bird the long way, big ups to Master P
These lames ain't gotta like me or come and hug me
White girl with me, snortin' off her car keys
You don't love me, nigga, you don't love me (I think I love her)
I'm back, bitch, yeah, I'm back, bitch
Did you miss me or miss my raps, bitch?
I'm writing history, I'm writing history
You niggas OV, yeah, ain't you history
(It's Gucci)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Tell me how
It ain't no love in this city
Shit, this industry so finicky, I rather fuck a stripper to be loved
And I'm thuggin' in the club, in the hood, in the mall, anywhere
I do not want to be loved
It's too emotional, it's business, never personal
I could've went commercial, but that's not what I does
You need a hug, lil' nigga, you a scrub, lil' nigga
I'm a shooter, I do not want to be loved
