เพลง CC

CC (Clean) - Migos/Gucci Mane

Written by：Quavious Marshall/Kiari Cephus/Kirsnick Ball/Gucci Mane

Producer：Quavo/DJ Durel

Huh

Huncho Gato

Bad b**ch know something know something

Give her that money go blow something blow it

She want a rack til' I pop something rack

She want a trick I'm not one not one

Pull up and hop on a baddie skrrr

She wanna text me the addie text it

They know we having it woo

Drums to the face closed casket

The pot look greasy

Suck me up she please me

Chanel like CC CC

Upgrade a b**ch from bb bb

If she money she go get it go get it

All of her friends they go with her yuh

She keep up them bands with no n**ga racks

She keep up them bands with no n**ga hey

She see blue faces it's no explanation no no

Can you make this paper all across the nation whoa yeah

Told her just be patient I'm gon' make you famous

If yo' n**ga want beef treat it like it's angus bow

Eat it up

Little bit of dick get nasty

I gotta tip her here

I got a pretty girl low key classy

I gotta flip her flip her

I ain't here for no pictures nah

Put Huncho in the middle Huncho

Young n**ga popping them bands woo

Like Marshawn popping them Skittles hey

Young n**ga got a big green truck

Looking like Riddler Riddler

What b**ch name with the mean suck

D**n I can't even remember d**n

Money fall yeah timber Timber

Ice on in the winter ice

Put the plug in the blender

Then he showed up for dinner that's cold

Bad b**ch know something know something

Give her that money go blow something go

She want a rack til' I pop something rack

She want a trick I'm not one not one

Pull up and hop on a baddie skrrr

She wanna text me the addie text it

They know we having it woo

Drums to the face closed casket

The pot look greasy

Suck me up she please me

Chanel like CC CC

Upgrade a b**ch from bb bb

If she money she go get it go get it

All of her friends they go with her yuh

She keep up them bands with no n**ga racks

She keep up them bands with no n**ga hey

I suppose propose to show off my rollie in rows

This goes them h*es we OC outta control

F**k the folks and the border patrol coast guard free all of the bros

We the goats who want some smoke cuz' we set all of the smokes

We got lows my 66' spokes they look like dinner rolls

I hit my coupe now it's a centerfold

Multi-million but I gigolo

My portfolio say I sold plenty coke

Wop

Bad b**ch know something know something

Give her that money go blow something blow it

She want a rack til' I pop something rack

She want a trick I'm not one not one

Pull up and hop on a baddie skrrr

She wanna text me the addie text it

They know we having it woo

Drums to the face closed casket

The pot look greasy

Suck me up she please me

Chanel like CC CC

Upgrade a b**ch from bb bb

If she money she go get it money

All of her friends they go with her yuh

She keep up them bands with no n**ga

She keep up them bands with no n**ga hey

Offset

Applying the pressure for mo' millions

The bricks come from Japan and Korea

I done made 25 on my Nokia

He got kidnapped after that sh*t too real

Bad b**ch she walking with Chanel on her feet

Litty got her titties done now she on fleek

Plain Jane rolling with the bust AP

I make the thottie meet me at the grand marquee

Playing for keeps gotta move it lowkey

She trying to f**k she in heat

Yeah she gotta f**k by the three smashed

Tip toeing back door and creep back do

I don't know no tricks but I treat trick

I told her to suck with a beat

Put emerald sets in my links

24 karat my sink

175 for the mink

Turn the housewife to a freak

And I got the ice on fleek

Chanel double down CC

He'll tell you it's a price on me he'll tell you

Ran off made your life on me

No gun pull a knife on me

Back back get your wife off me

On sight with me my diamonds fight with me

Can't clone we on

Fly like drones they biting me rrrr

A sight to see this gas tank on E

North Pole wrist on freeze

Wait til' my dawg get free

Bad b**ch know something know something

Give her that money go blow something blow it

She want a rack til' I pop something rack

She want a trick I'm not one not one

Pull up and hop on a baddie skrrr

She wanna text me the addie text it

They know we having it woo

Drums to the face closed casket

The pot look greasy

Suck me up she please me

Chanel like CC CC

Upgrade a b**ch from bb bb

If she money she go get it go get it

All of her friends they go with her yuh

She keep up them bands with no n**ga racks

She keep up them bands with no n**ga hey