Cologne - John Blu, Twista, Gucci Mane

Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne

Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne

She be like, boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Is it that Gucci, Versace that Issey Miyake?

Spray my neck once, wrist twice, then my body

Get that Prada, Giovanni that Usher, Armani

I spray my neck once, wrist twice, when I put on my cologne

Could it be the one of five senses

That’s got all of them girls trippin'?

'Cause every time I spray on a little bit of cologne

Them girls be actin' different

See, first I bathe then I spray, they don’t know how to behave

They be diggin' me like graves, tryin' to grease me up like waves

And they know my songs like Trey but for you that’s rare like steaks

So I’m pumpin' 'em like brakes and you cuffin' 'em like Jakes

Now fix your face, now fix your face, homeboy, fix your face

Fix your face, fix your face, homeboy, fix your face

Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne

Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne

She be like, boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Is it that Gucci, Versace that Issey Miyake?

Spray my neck once, wrist twice, then my body

Get that Prada, Giovanni that Usher, Armani

I spray my neck once, wrist twice, when I put on my cologne

Got me smellin' like I’m rich when I spray on Issey Miyake

Jean Paul made her wanna lick my body

Thought I was a shit when she took a whiff and she said, «What you got on,

Twista?»

I ain’t even finna to tell you 'cause you ain’t finna to go and try to buy none

for that nigga

She saw my gear, my teeth, my watch

My swag, my charm, my chain, my drop

(The coupe)

Even though I’m on, none of these things got her gone

She didn’t really wanna hear nothin' that I was talkin' 'bout until I sprayed

on my cologne

Fix your face, homeboy, fix your face

Fix your face, yeah

Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne

Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne

She be like, boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Girls be like I seen Gucci at Lenox smellin' like a kush lab

Reefer in my true religion, tell the truth you look sad

Gucci’s my cologne but I might put on that creed

I shoulda brought a stick to keep these girls from rushing me

And I smell just like success, you got on that envy

I be on that Wall Street, I be all in Zone 3

They be wanna smell me, wanna exhale me

Boyfriend fear her need to fix this hoochie

New cologne on my '74, candy paint me

Think she got a fetish, baby, like to spend that money

And I’m ballin' like an athlete, don’t play on Sunday

Ice cream piece of half a mil, ain’t it tasty?

Gucci

Every time I put it on, put it on, put it on

She lovin' my cologne, my cologne, my cologne

Every time I spray it on, spray it on, spray it on

She lovin' my cologne, my cologne, my cologne

Every time I spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne

Spray on my cologne, spray on my cologne

She be like, boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Boy, what you got on?

Is it that Gucci, Versace that Issey Miyake?

Spray my neck once, wrist twice, then my body