Lyrics of 'Gucci Gucci' by Lana Rose

Rollie on my arm
Gucci Gucci on my belt
Fendi on my face
Please stay out my face
Yeah I’m fresh to death
I can’t live no other way
Spending all these racks
Cuz I got expensive taste

I just copped Versace
Big balling is my hobby
Just hopped outta the lambo
Then jumped outta the wraith
I ain’t with the drama
Just counting up my commas
Don’t say shit bout my mama
Cuz I might come yo way
Ay

I don’t like to play ay
Running up a check ay
Cuz I like to flex
Wrist froze on the jet
Ice cold diamond set ay
Bust down in baguettes
Gucci imprint
On my lambo that’s a flex
Fancy with the swerve
So don’t hit me on a text
You a broke boy
Can’t get jiggy with no x

All you haters talking
You mad cuz u ain’t ballin
You act like u want problems
But get up off my uh

Rollie on my arm
Gucci Gucci on my belt
Fendi on my face
Please stay out my face
Yeah I’m fresh to death
I can’t live no other way
Spending all these racks
Cuz I got expensive taste

I know that u hate
Don’t care what u think
Ima watch you hate while I’m laughing at the Bank haha
Louie on my feet
Dripping in designer
I can’t feel the heat
Cuz I’m freezing in these diamonds
Iced, out bezel
You hoes ain’t on my level
Yeah, I hear you talking
But my foot stay on the pedal
Cuz I’m gassed up
You get passed up
I’m the shhh in Dubai
That’s a fact uh
So don’t try me uh
Might catch a body uh
I don’t really like to talk
In my Gucci flip flops
Yeah I’m bout it huh
And I’m roudy yeah
I know haters gone talk
But
They don’t want no problems, yeah

Rollie on my arm
Gucci Gucci on my belt
Fendi on my face
Please stay out my face
Yeah I’m fresh to death
I can’t live no other way
Spending all these racks
Cuz I got expensive taste