Gucci Mane – CEO Flow Lyrics | Official Video


Lyrics CEO Flow – Gucci Mane

I fly to Dubai so much
I need a camel or somethin’
So fly I might need me a camera
Pour out my heart, talk shop with the mammals
S**tted on the parking lot
might need a Pamper or somethin’

Hands on my deeck like a ransom or somethin’
Countin’ up money romantic to her
Think I might purchase her panties or somethin’
Her man is a bum and she still in the slums


All these guns like the Navy or somethin’
People lookin’ at me like I’m crazy or somethin’
Plus all this ice on my arm
When you come from where I’m from
a n**ga gotta stay with a gun

Stackin’ up M’s like I’m savin’ for somethin’
Hitters tote guns and don’t tote ’em for fun
Pay a lil’ somethin’ just to play in her gums
Drop a few crumbs and I sprayed on her tongue

Upper echelon, in a three-seat coupe
This a concept one-of-one, I still got two
Ridin’ down Peachtree in a three-piece suit
And I’m ’bout to write my name on the cement too

Gucci Billy Bathgate, scandalous as Watergate
Heard that the street dry, tryna make the dam break
Open up a new trap, doublin’ my fan base
Whippin’ up shake, I done made it a pancake
Diamonds so big, I don’t even want a handshake
Grew up so broke, when we finished the mayonnaise
Cleaned out the jar, made a glass for the Kool-Aid
Mom went to work, made it skrrt with a two-way


Unc’ in the du-rag, he parkin’ the dually
He ain’t even have to rip me up to do it
Think I’m the coach ’cause I’m pointin’, they shootin’
Stay out my business, find somethin’ safe to do
We ball like we hoopin’, we robbin’, we lootin’
We braggin’, we boastin’, we causin’ commotion
My n**gas got motion, it’s potent, we smokin’
Pollutin’ the bales and you know I’ma move it

He ain’t even have to rip me up to do it
Tag on his toe and they filled him with fluid
Pull up in a Buick, my lawyer, he Jewish
Sell weed like I grew it, I grew here, you flew here
Can tell that you new here, shoot guns like it’s New Year’s
Yeah, we went to sсhool with you, I never knew you
Recruited a shooter, he don’t pray to Buddah
TEC with a coolant, get smoked like a hookah

Jump off the jet with a big ol’ bazooka
‘Rari so fast I be racin’ the trooper
Two mil’ for the Richard, replacin’ the Muller
R.I.P. Grady’s, we chasin’ the moolah
Earrings are boogers, they hit like Zab Judah
Black as a Zulu, a Mille, not a Muller
Young ho so burnt that she look like a cougar
Gucci too turnt, now he think that he bougie…

➤ Written by 30 Roc & Gucci Mane
Album: So Icy Gang Vol.1
Produced by ZenTachi, Dat Boi Squeeze & 30 Roc
Gucci Mane | 2020

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