Lyrics M Huncho – I Aint Fussed

Gucci cap, Gucci cap, Gucci cap
Gucci cap, Gucci cap
Gucci cap, Gucci cap
Gucci cap, Gucci cap

Gucci cap, I’m stylin’
I’m good at that, Gucci pack
Flippin’ this, 36
I’m good at that, they run it up
I Run it up, I get the P
I run it back
But sometimes I’m sittin’ with racks on racks
I’m thinkin’ should I really, really run it back?
Course I will, ah
Moneys fucked, ah
Money’s changed, all of these jiggas ah
I’m sittin’ down, with my friends, talking figures ah
Thinkin’ of, how we can, serve em like Federer
Just pass me the cigarette
Fuck it, just pass me the ciggaweed
Lost out on a 9
I’m ravin’ in freshers, I lost all my uni fees
Heres the science were not in the same class
I cannot fuck with these brothers, we ain’t got the chemistry
So call up my line if there’s somebody that can really deliver
Like me ah
Fake brothers, I’m not feelin’ their aura like Rita
I’m in it for bread yeah the whole box of pitta
I’m in it for bread yeah the whole box of pitta

Money comes, ah
Money goes, ah

Money and hoes, you know how it goes
I need me some medical, get me my dose
Money, it comes and goes
My guy got the ice, it froze
The bitches, they see it they freeze
This ice make her get on her knees
My brother got caught by the police
You know he ain’t gettin’ no plea deal
Free Meeshy, love for my brudda like Peewee
I got some green with the seeds and I take out the seeds
I’m smokin’ the kiwi
Same clothes, ah
Same hoes, ah
Runnin’ from plain clothes
Hella shots at the goal
I get it in, they Sunday league
They hittin’ posts, uh-huh
I’m 50. cal, I’m hittin’ them
I’m breakin’ bones, uh-huh
I’m trimming down, I’m baggin’ up
I’m bagging 4’s, uh-huh
I finish up, I bill a spliff
I smoke my woes, they come and go
They come and go

Money comes, ah
Money goes, ah
Gettin’ high, ah
For the lows, ah
For the lows
People come, people go
I ain’t fussed
People come, people go
I ain’t fussed
Money comes, ah
I ain’t fussed, nah
I ain’t fussed, nah
I ain’t fussed