[Intro: Wais P]
Check 1, 2
You know how we do
Sunova

[Chorus: Yogi]
I ain't gonna shed no
Tears for Gucci
Tears ,tears
Tears for Gucci
I got two fingers in the air
Tears for Gucci
Tears, tears
Tears for Gucci
I cry for my  peoples instead
Tears for Gucci
Tears, tears
Tears for Gucci
I'll let my peoples get this bread
Tears, tears
Tears for Gucci

[Verse 1: Wais P]
Diamonds on the perimeter
Plates around the neck 
Who coming for dinner?
The pimp fuck up a check
Bag a bitch then pin her up
Keep her getting wet
Spinning thru ur block with blickies
Creeping on your set
I keep hearing killers talking
I ain't seen em yet
Dior's on my feet I'm walking
Feel like I'm on a jet
Twirling in the turbo Porsche(ing)them horses is my pets
Married to the money no divorcing til I'm rich
Hands in the air let me see ur black fists
Black excellence got me paying my momma rent
Try to stop that wave you'll be hearing my llama spit
I only cry when doves fly and them shits dry
No tears til I'm on a tier - waiting to fry
Middle finger to the judge before I tell on my guys
19 for the half 38 for the pie
If we gone break it down small for the gram 55
Prices going up fly bitches hoeing up
Franco ferret Balenciaga we going up
Bentleys keep flying Cubans we keep buying
champagne pouring up until the feds showing up

[Chorus: Yogi]
I ain't gonna shed no
Tears for Gucci
Tears ,tears
Tears for Gucci
I got two fingers in the air
Tears for Gucci
Tears, tears
Tears for Gucci
I cry for my  peoples instead
Tears for Gucci
Tears, tears
Tears for Gucci
I'll let my peoples get this bread
Tears, tears
Tears for Gucci

[Verse 2: Wais P]
I bought a foreign in a pandemic
I ain't thinking straight
Patron neat 3 limes
Man I drink it straight
Wais P “ a hunnid mill ?”
Man I think it's fate
I'm bussing bad bitches daily
cnd I think it's taped
She asked me for 10 Gs
She wanna touch my safe
Baby that's a small thing
I keep it on my waist right next to the fire arm
I named it just in case
I don't wanna but I will dump all in your face
Her legs in the air ecstasy all in her face
I spit so much game she took me back to her place
Stockings with the lace
Gave her a bump she took a taste
css on bubble it's trouble finding her waist
I ain't really pressed I'm doubling up in Chase
TD and Bank of cmerica
You should hate
Me cuz I'm leaving earth headed outta space
Me and all my whoas
Back to back in them Wraiths


[Chorus: Yogi]
I ain't gonna shed no
Tears for Gucci
Tears ,tears
Tears for Gucci
I got two fingers in the air
Tears for Gucci
Tears, tears
Tears for Gucci
I cry for my  peoples instead
Tears for Gucci
Tears, tears
Tears for Gucci
I'll let my peoples get this bread
Tears, tears
Tears for Gucci