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Gucci Mane - Time to Move [Official Audio]
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter:in
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter:in
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter:in
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mischtechniker:in
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Produzent:in
Southside
Southside
Produzent:in
TM88
TM88
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Is it really true?
Are you really you?
Are your diamonds huge?
And are they different hues?
I'm so sick of you (Are you sick of me?)
[Verse 2]
New color, Gucci blue
It match my Gucci shoe
Come get a load from me
I took a load from you
I'm selling chickens to
**** I sold verses to
Come get a P from me
I took a key from you
Shoutout my lawyer Drew
Shoutout to Janice too
Please get away from me
Don't want to no verse from you
I see right through these dudes
I got no love for you
Please stay away from me
I got no love for you
New Lamb' is glacier blue
It match her Birkin too
[Verse 3]
McLaren glacier blue
It got 'em earlin' too
I bought a Wraith for boo
Now I want something new
It ain't nothing else to do
So I keep buying coupes
It ain't nowhere to park
I think it's time to move
[Verse 4]
La Flare in the La-F-F-Ferrari
I'm swervin', you gunnin'
'Cause I got so much money, I'm splurgin'
Woke up in a new Bugatti, jumped in the punani
Call me Gucci Mane Delantic, bitch, or you can call me Money
Red Dawn, I'ma bring it out 'cause the sun out
Woah now, put it in shorty 'cause you're goin' out
Jumpman, jumpin' from the free throw with my tongue out
I feel like Southside, full of cash
Know my **** ballin'
I'm from the Eastside, homicide
Tons of marijuana
She a parasite, suck it dry
Fucked her on the corner
I took the stand and lied
Said I was performin' Arizona
You know my brain fried
Please show some mercy, oh, Your Honor
He tryna hot side
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm a loner
I heard your man died
I wouldn't give a fuck, that boy a goner
They say it's high tide
Fucked her on the beach, I got up on her
All my whips mine, house mine
Gucci Mane an owner (It's Gucci!)
[Verse 5]
McLaren glacier blue
It got 'em earlin' too
I bought a Wraith for boo
Now I want something new
It ain't nothing else to do
So I keep buying coupes
It ain't nowhere to park
I think it's time to move
Written by: Radric Davis, Joshua Luellen, Dwan Avery, Bryan Simmons
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