Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap
Guap
Ugh
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Skrrt skrrt
Pull up to the bank
Pull out the guap
I don't know what my haters on
But I be on top
Looking back to before the rap
Man, I been through quite a lot
When I'm cashin' out, they lookin' at me
Like, boy you need to stop
Put in the work, this ain't random
Real hitters in my fandom
Park, and I hop out the Phantom
I just touched down in Atlanta
No time to stop for these cameras
I need my names on the banners
Gifting these bitches like Santa
She thirsty, well bitch mind your manners
She be staring, yeah I know she love it
All that Hollywood drama, I'm above it
I'm a real hustler, you a puppet
All I care about is money
Sit around, just thinking 'bout hundreds
Ugh
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap
Guap
Ugh
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Chasing the cash, I'm gifted
Blessed
Already been through Hell
You just a rat, like Splinter
Cheese
This green protected by shells
I held it down forever
Asked no one for help
I'ma pop up in the Maybach
Make you feel like you done failed
I kick-flip the lingo
Play with them numbers, bingo
I swear if niggas try to take something
I'ma let that thing go
I just want more dough
Moving up, we gorillas now
Young nigga with a temper, wild
I'll take anything out
You a problem, you gone get solved
I don't care, I'ma risk it all
All-stars, we was meant to ball
You ain't getting on, cause you meant to fall
Switched sides, still ain't in the league
When it's war time I won't have a heart
Chris Brown with these dirty guns
It look like a dance when them bullets spark
Nothing in my life coincidental
Feel like God put me in the center
Niggas muggin' on me from the rear
When I turn, they all start grinning
Cause they know I'm getting to the money
Cause I smell like money through this raw linen
223's I got Mike J's in the shoebox and ceilings
This the rap game
I feel like I'm Michael Jordan
Though there's a lot of competition
None of them hoes are my opponents
Yeah I gotta lotta shit to do on my to-do list
I don't give two shits about your 2 cents
I just left the dealership, I got a new Benz
This is my money, I choose where to spend it
Ugh
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap
Guap
Ugh
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap (feat. Munii Mu) Video (MV)
Brice Haiden - Guap (feat. Munii Mu) Lyrics
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Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap
Guap
Ugh
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Skrrt skrrt
Pull up to the bank
Pull out the guap
I don't know what my haters on
But I be on top
Looking back to before the rap
Man, I been through quite a lot
When I'm cashin' out, they lookin' at me
Like, boy you need to stop
Put in the work, this ain't random
Real hitters in my fandom
Park, and I hop out the Phantom
I just touched down in Atlanta
No time to stop for these cameras
I need my names on the banners
Gifting these bitches like Santa
She thirsty, well bitch mind your manners
She be staring, yeah I know she love it
All that Hollywood drama, I'm above it
I'm a real hustler, you a puppet
All I care about is money
Sit around, just thinking 'bout hundreds
Ugh
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap
Guap
Ugh
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Chasing the cash, I'm gifted
Blessed
Already been through Hell
You just a rat, like Splinter
Cheese
This green protected by shells
I held it down forever
Asked no one for help
I'ma pop up in the Maybach
Make you feel like you done failed
I kick-flip the lingo
Play with them numbers, bingo
I swear if niggas try to take something
I'ma let that thing go
I just want more dough
Moving up, we gorillas now
Young nigga with a temper, wild
I'll take anything out
You a problem, you gone get solved
I don't care, I'ma risk it all
All-stars, we was meant to ball
You ain't getting on, cause you meant to fall
Switched sides, still ain't in the league
When it's war time I won't have a heart
Chris Brown with these dirty guns
It look like a dance when them bullets spark
Nothing in my life coincidental
Feel like God put me in the center
Niggas muggin' on me from the rear
When I turn, they all start grinning
Cause they know I'm getting to the money
Cause I smell like money through this raw linen
223's I got Mike J's in the shoebox and ceilings
This the rap game
I feel like I'm Michael Jordan
Though there's a lot of competition
None of them hoes are my opponents
Yeah I gotta lotta shit to do on my to-do list
I don't give two shits about your 2 cents
I just left the dealership, I got a new Benz
This is my money, I choose where to spend it
Ugh
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap
Guap
Ugh
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap
Guap
Ugh
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Skrrt skrrt
Pull up to the bank
Pull out the guap
I don't know what my haters on
But I be on top
Looking back to before the rap
Man, I been through quite a lot
When I'm cashin' out, they lookin' at me
Like, boy you need to stop
Put in the work, this ain't random
Real hitters in my fandom
Park, and I hop out the Phantom
I just touched down in Atlanta
No time to stop for these cameras
I need my names on the banners
Gifting these bitches like Santa
She thirsty, well bitch mind your manners
She be staring, yeah I know she love it
All that Hollywood drama, I'm above it
I'm a real hustler, you a puppet
All I care about is money
Sit around, just thinking 'bout hundreds
Ugh
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap
Guap
Ugh
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Chasing the cash, I'm gifted
Blessed
Already been through Hell
You just a rat, like Splinter
Cheese
This green protected by shells
I held it down forever
Asked no one for help
I'ma pop up in the Maybach
Make you feel like you done failed
I kick-flip the lingo
Play with them numbers, bingo
I swear if niggas try to take something
I'ma let that thing go
I just want more dough
Moving up, we gorillas now
Young nigga with a temper, wild
I'll take anything out
You a problem, you gone get solved
I don't care, I'ma risk it all
All-stars, we was meant to ball
You ain't getting on, cause you meant to fall
Switched sides, still ain't in the league
When it's war time I won't have a heart
Chris Brown with these dirty guns
It look like a dance when them bullets spark
Nothing in my life coincidental
Feel like God put me in the center
Niggas muggin' on me from the rear
When I turn, they all start grinning
Cause they know I'm getting to the money
Cause I smell like money through this raw linen
223's I got Mike J's in the shoebox and ceilings
This the rap game
I feel like I'm Michael Jordan
Though there's a lot of competition
None of them hoes are my opponents
Yeah I gotta lotta shit to do on my to-do list
I don't give two shits about your 2 cents
I just left the dealership, I got a new Benz
This is my money, I choose where to spend it
Ugh
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Guap
Guap
Ugh
Guap
Yeah
Guap
Writer: Brice Pendergraff, Musa Nyalley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid