Gucci Mane – Never Runnin Out Of Money ft. E-40

Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by Gucci Mane ft. E-40 and this music is titled “Never Runnin Out Of Money”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “Ice Daddy” And it was released in the year 2021.

 

Listen up below with the full lyrics.

 

Gucci Mane Never Runnin Out Of Money Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

(30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga)

I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

Playing poker in the Poconos and raised it one-twenty

Hell, I don’t give a damn, I ain’t

 

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Playing poker in the Poconos, he raised it one-twenty

Hell, I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

Playing Texas hold ’em, nigga, that’s just honey bun money

Hell, I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

Nigga shank you for a hundred, keep on laughing, think it’s funny

I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

Like a bee come for that honey, that’s that honey bun money

I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

 

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

It look like Lenox in my closet

Change that topic, don’t let me pop it (What?)

Tuckеd my chain and stopped the flossing

Not no option, how I’m rocking (Word)

All this ice on likе it’s hockey (Burr)

Call me papi, bitch, suck me sloppy (Papi)

Feed me, fuck me, take me shopping (Ha)

Head so good, had to tell her, “Stop it” (Stop it)

Upgraded my class, now they can’t copy

All this cash and it got me cocky (Racks)

Get all these M’s, feel like I’m boxing (Boxing)

‘Cause I’m running to the racks like Rocky (Go)

Cut the roof off, made ’em chop it (Cut)

We in the booth, I made her pop it (Good)

She the truth, can’t even knock it

Made her slurp it up like sake (Sake)

 

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & E-40]

Playing poker in the Poconos, he raised it one-twenty

Hell, I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

Playing Texas hold ’em, nigga, that’s just honey bun money

Hell, I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

Nigga shank you for a hundred, keep on laughing, think it’s funny

I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

Like a bee come for that honey, that’s that honey bun money (Uh)

I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

 

[Verse 2: E-40]

Man, these niggas out here barking (Barking)

They ain’t balling like Harden (Harden)

They ain’t shooting like Steph (Steph)

Get on the stand and confess (‘Fess)

Pour water on your chest (Chest)

Emerald custom baguettes (Baguettes)

Hypothermia wrist

Presidential Rolex (Rolex)

Runnin’ out of money, never runnin’ out of money (Money)

When you havin’ money, can’t be stuntin’ hella clumsy (Clumsy)

Out here in the Bay, it’s hella cold when it’s sunny (Sunny)

Out here where we living, it’s a jungle like Jumanji

It’s the penitentiary or the youth authority

When you’re out of town, you better move accordingly

I don’t get mad when a nigga got more than me

Legend in the game and I got seniority (Bitch)

 

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Playing poker in the Poconos, he raised it one-twenty

Hell, I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

Playing Texas hold ’em, nigga, that’s just honey bun money

Hell, I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

Nigga shank you for a hundred, keep on laughing, think it’s funny

I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

Like a bee come for that honey, that’s that honey bun money

I don’t give a damn, I ain’t runnin’ out of money

 

DOWNLOAD MP3