Shopaholic (feat. Gucci Mane, Bobby Valentino)

[Gucci Mane:]
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Yyyeeeeeeeeaaaaaaa
Ah ah ah gucci ah

[Verse: Gucci Mane]
I gotta shoppin problem
She gotta shoppin problem
I'm a composive shopper
So I'm a cop her prada
I'm a ice her outta
Make ya talk about her
She got this thang about her
Yea she a sexy walker

We shoppin in maraco
I took her to go buy
Lil mama stupid fly
So tell me watcha like
Cause gurls I like to buy
My money stupid fat
His money on a diet
Ten stacks to keep her quiet
I make her call me daddy
Yea there go daddy baby
And she loves daddy cause
Daddy gone keep dem hatin
Yea they hatin baby
They wanna trade places
I call her sexy lady
She call me gucci baby

[Chorus: x2]
She gotta fendi fetish
She gotta shoppin problem
Dat gurls a shopaholic
She only mess with ballers
She gotta gucci fetish
She gotta louie problem
She gotta shoppin problem
Dat gurls a shopaholic

[Verse: Nicki Minaj]
Yo I'm a need a couple of dem benzess...
I be out in china spendin yenzesss
Gucci on my lenzzess
My leather so sensative
Scratch my 9 o' clock
I wanna shop make ya tenezzzz
Dilly dilly d look at all deze hoochies
I be on tha beach in Emilio Pucci
I'm a I'm tha best I'm tha best ask Khaled
Sorry lil daddy dat cards not valid
I need a limited black card, like I'm racist
With dem real big faces
Louis Vuitton cases
Hoes in da hood say Nicki Minaj booshie...
I do it b.i.g. so I keep a couple coogies hoezzzz

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