Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Gamble"

"Gamble"


Because I'm grinding
Got this shining
Tell my cuz,[?]
That I love him

Tell my cuz,[?]
That I love him

Tell my cuz,[?]
That I love him

Because I'm grinding
Got this shining
Tell my cuz [?]
That I love him

Well shoot the house apart
Shit, burn it down and call it justice

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:]
So holla at the bustas if you looking for a sucker
They [?] and the body [?]
Gucci!
Cocaine white as dairy
Provided by Dirty Harry
I bet you call me dirty when I spun this for the Marys
The pounds got me married to my negro for the cabbage
I'm living lavish, gambling houses look like Caesar's Palace
Gucci!
Driving to the hole, I'll pull up on your for the J
I'm dirty when I play, I might boss over for the Tre
Gucci going postal, coast to coast about my mail
I break you playing CeeLo, then I buy your drawers- Chapelle
I'm higher than Stone Mountain and my penguin like a fountain
My boy down in [place name] will leave your heart somewhere, not pounding

[Hook:]
Gucci gamble!
I keep a pocket full of hundreds like I'm finna gamble
My hundred-fifty in my duffel, finna buy a Lambo
Your life ain't worth the shambles
You'll try me? That's a gamble
Ay, I'll beat your team, case a nigga want to gamble

I keep a pocket full of hundreds like I'm finna gamble
My hundred-fifty in my duffel, 'bout to cop a Lambo
Your life ain't worth the shambles
You'll try me? That's a gamble
Ay, I'll beat your team, case a nigga want to gamble

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:]
Nigga try fluids!
My chick is well Jewish
All white beads and the light shine blue-ish
Money, money money. I'm making love to it
A thousands pounds, a million. You know I'm gonna move it
You know it in the summer. Raining in the club
Fuck, I'm off to get your diamonds, I just spent a fucking load
Drop a grand in six seconds. Tell a bitch to bounce
She'll find out there I bought a ward that's thicker than a house
My closet like the Gucci store
I am such a coochie whore
Gucci glasses, Gucci bag, I gotta go and get some more
I'm gonna roll the dice and hope that I don't crap out
Can't through my hand in, I'm too low down

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Gucci Mane:]
We can reconvene at a place that's more serene
In [?] I'm a God. In Alabama I'm a king
In Georgia I'm a boss. In Las Vegas I'm a baller
And he's a ballerina, dodging bullets like a dodger
Shout out to the bloggers. I know I'm a problem
I'm scrubbed like Super Contra, so tell the fucking robbers
I'm incontami-crazy, diamonds blinking out my pinkie
I'm inky in the water, guess that's why the hoes' so kinky
You're wrinkly, dinky stinky. Wrapping labels underneath me
Now you being nasty. Dissing when you cannot beat me
I'm still undefeated, and that's an honest statement
But I speak it and I preach it, so fuck all of you leeches

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Gang Bangin'"

"Gang Bangin'"


[Hook:]
You ain't talkin' money then you speak a foreign language
I'm from East Atlanta, we don't even talk to strangers
Blue diamonds in my Rollie, gang banger
Red diamonds in my Rollie, gang banger
I'm from East Atlanta, all I do is run it up
I'm not talkin' English, I'm just talkin' money, bruh
Red diamonds in my watch, gang banger
Blue diamonds in my necklace, gang banger

I'm smokin' California weed, it's the best in the B
And it's reserved for only rappers, superstars and Gs
They call me Gucci Mane Li cause [?]
I take your head off your body, that El Chapo in me
These niggas sleepin' on the concrete to put Js on their feet
I rock exclusive Louboutins 4 weeks 'fore they hit the streets
It's big Gucci with a big G
I hustle hard, I sell a peach to a peach tree
I turned on Peachtree and I told my top to leave me
Yellow Ferrari on the Forgis, they believe me
And I'm a walkin' traphouse, you can rent me
And I'm a rollin' drug store so limo tint me, catch up!

[Hook]

You talkin', nigga? What you talkin' 'bout?
You don't got no money, you have got no clout
3 cars and I can bring 'em out
The Lamb' all red, cost half a mil'
That's a mile test
Drop top low, that's got a small chest
Got a gun chest
A girl with a gun in a sundress
Murder complex, use it through your headrest
I left your whole hood smellin' like deviled eggs
And I left your two homeboys headless
Talkin' shit, pussy nigga? Where the address?
You ain't come over with me in Sun Valley
You youngin's gettin' by barely
I'm a young black millionaire in Ballys
Guwop in this bitch, I'm droppin' deuces and foes
And I'ma front that dough to every nigga I know
I was a hundred thousand dollars up at the store
Now I'm on like 10 mil', nigga, I got a hundred to go

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Gangs"
(feat. Biz)

"Gangs"
(feat. Biz)



[Intro]
Gangs
GEAH, GEAH, GEAH, GEAH

[Chorus]
Gangs, let's start a gang
E'rybody say they wanna join the gang
These thangs, let's start again
E'rybody say they wanna join the gang
So Icey boy, that's the thang
E'rybody say they wanna join the gang
This gang - wanna join the gang
So Ice boy nigga that's the thang
This gang

[Gucci Mane]
'Fore you join the gang gotta change your name (yeahhh)
Sound is So Icey, change your slang
Hot boys, hot girls, blaze ya {?}
Crip greens rice, law enforcement treys
Simple plain shorty I'll bang ya brain (POW!)
Don't get it twisted shorty I'll cock and aim
Gucci got guns with beams and thangs (huh)
The runners got stupid had dreams of thangs (yeahhh)
Black Chuck Taylors with the screens and thangs
Cause everybody say they wanna join the gang
Black Chuck Taylors, red shoestrings and thangs
Cause e'rybody say they wanna join my gang
It's Gucci

[Chorus]

[Biz]
Shouts out to the red and the blue gangs
And them boys with the black flags gettin money mane
I get that pepperjack cheese, boy that's hot money
Kinda similar to what you boys call block money (yessir)
It's kinda funny, cause the money come in blocks son
I got a Forrest Gump trap house - it stay runnin
Say e'rybody wanna join the So Icey fam
Well get your money right Miller (why?) Cause we goin ham
Throwed off cause the gang I rep that e'ryday
We get it with the So Icey boy, the long way
Ben Frank's my right hand man, but I need him mo' and mo'
So add in nine others butter now I got a Grand Hustle

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
Nigga it's a gang thang, gang plan, gang bang
Here to give it Sunday, every day is gang day
Red rag, blue rag, black rag, green
Don't put it on your body 'less you know what that mean
The team tote infrared beams, knahmean?
We'll bust you bullets goin in your spleen, knahmean?
Baby feelin good cause she on the dream team
Cause every bad bitch wanna join a real gang (YEAHHH)
His lady feelin good, cause she got a real lame
Cause one track mind never made the out train
Baby's feelin good cause she on the dream team
Cause every bad bitch wanna join a real gang
His lady feelin good, cause she got a real lame
Cause one track minds never make the out train
GANGS

 

[fox69]

"Gas And Mud"

"Gas And Mud"


[Intro:]
Aye Scream, time to turn up my nigga
I'm on my hood rich shit right now
I'm on my Brick Squad shit right now man
I'm on my trap God shit man, trap God man
It time to turn up, it time to go crazy out here man
You know what I'm talkin bout?

[Verse 1:]
Slow down Gucci, steel bomb Gucci
Remember when I used to drive an old ass hooptie (fuck it)
Gas packed shawty, dirty cup shawty
And why they call it Mountain Park
It ain't no God damn mountain,
I would run to sun valley with a damn thing sign
And I can't lie I try to serve every God damn junkie
Smoking gas and drinking mud but you can keep your Budweiser
She's a blunt begging bitch so I don't wanna stand by em
If you pull ounces up then I don't wanna drink with ya
If you ain't get money I don't wanna link with ya
I bring the pot to the water I could kitchen sink with ya
I had to kick you out the squad, you was the weakest link nigga

[Hook:]
Gas gas you know I got the cash
93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
Gas gas send it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this shit the gas
Mud, mud gotta keep it mud
800 a pint nigga I can't show you love
Mud, mud you know I'm drinking mud,
I might pour the whole pint 'cause I don't give a fuck

[Verse 2:]
All this mud drinkin Bud stinkin, walkin round the club nigga
I'm a drug dealer, real killer, mean mugging fuck nigga
I hope you looking for me nigga I'm the one that shot your truck nigga
And if you really wanna go to war then I don't give a fuck nigga
Got em Bentley with the paper tag, book bag full of gas
Pockets can't hold on all the cash, I can loan your man some swag
And I pull that pistol fast PRPs hang off my ass
You said your money buy the jet but bitch I could go buy your jet
Remember 1996 since the year that I will rob my connect
I wasn't even 20 yet, I-20 with 20 bricks
I nun did all kind of shit, ya'll nigga just full of shit
I just drunk two pints today Tryna drink the pain away

[Hook:]
Gas gas you know I got the cash
93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
Gas gas send it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this shit the gas
Mud, mud gotta keep it mud
800 a pint nigga I can't show you love
Mud, mud you know I'm drinking mud,
I might pour the whole pint 'cause I don't give a fuck

[Verse 3:]
Dumb drankin it dirty, woke up really late,
I used to drank up early I like the way it taste
Drinkin all these activist I love to drank the grace
They catch you with this pints my nigga you might catch a case
Flossin tossen up, proceed with caution
I'm the boss and I ain't takin no loses
Smoking gas, and I'm sippin on poison
Pulled the arm and I'm a hit my target
Caught a body but I beat my charges,
Two Ferrari I got twin horses,
New charger and I sat it on forges
G 5 touchdown on Morland
Poppin pills like I hear voices
Me and scooter just brought twin Porsches
Louie Vuittons but I wear em like forces
Burberry my box is shortless
Louie V this where my shorts is
Sun valley that's where my heart is
26s so I'm sittin real high, ride in the sky same place my lord is

[Hook:]
Gas gas you know I got the cash
93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
Gas gas send it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this shit the gas
Mud, mud gotta keep it mud
800 a pint nigga I can't show you love
Mud, mud you know I'm drinking mud,
I might pour the whole pint 'cause I don't give a fuck

 

[fox69]

"Georgia's Most Wanted"

"Georgia's Most Wanted"



I Spend My Winter In Jail So I'm Balling All Summer
Bad Bitches On My Tail Hunt Me Like a Bounty Hunter
Never Shout Out A Tip For My Momma Never Had A Daughter
Pussy Niggas Scared Of Me See Through You Like A Bottle Of Water

Gucci Manes A Bottle Popper
Hundred Bottles Opened Up
Still Slaggin Opiou
Smokin At The Atrium
Its all Hell I'm Still Makin Plays
Right By The Stadium
We Look Like A Gymnasium
Your Boys Might Be Just Takin 'Em
Women Take A Look At Me
Recognize The Crook In Me
And If I Go Away They Cuff A Money In My Book For Me

Georgia Wanted
(Georgia Wanted)
Murder Wanted
(Murder Wanted)
Catch Me If You Can I'm In Cali Homie (Cali Homie)
Houston Texas Ohio Michigan Birmingham
Suspicious FEDs Talking Bout him Trafficking
Cause I'm African (African) American (American)

ATL DEA Gucci Mane I'm Tryin To Set 10 Bricks A Day
Georgia Wanted
(Georgia Wanted)
Murder Wanted
(Murder Wanted)
Catch Me If You Can I'm In Cali Homie (Cali Homie)
GBI (GBI) LBI (LBI) Said I Sold You What? You A Fuckin Liar
Houston Texas Ohio Michigan Birmingham
Suspicious FEDs Talking Bout I'm Trafficking

See My Picture They Try To Point Me Out The Line Up
Now Its In The Chaos Shows Promotoer Screaming Back The Line Up
Then My Barber 2 300 Just So He Can Keep My Line Up
CEO Gucci Brick Sqaud Bet You Wanna Signing
Im Laughing At These Rappers Square Yea Like A Carpet
You A Thirst Starvin Artist I'm Not An Artist I'm A Arsonist
Rappers in My Porsenit And they all Rejoicing It
And Georgias Most Anticipated Screamin Who You Want It Wit?
If You Want Then Beef You Get Murk Your Friend Then Plead The Fifth
Two Girls On My Face So I'm Still Tike My Fucking Self
Im The Last Real Nigga Left Man Theres Sucker Everywhere
Never Ever Trade In My Circle How Could You When You're A Square
Sit In The Electric Chair Like Flashin Front Of Me
Thinkin Bout Walkin Back Bare Feet Hardly Nothin To Eat
Everery Day I Promise Me Till They Come And Punish Me
I Keep Chasin Money Skee And Let These Hoes Keep Chasin Me

ATL DEA Gucci Mane I'm Tryin To Set 10 Bricks A Day
Georgia Wanted
(Georgia Wanted)
Murder Wanted
(Murder Wanted)
Catch Me If You Can I'm In Cali Homie (Cali Homie)
GBI (GBI) LBI (LBI) Said I Sold You What? You A fuckin Liar
Houston Texas Ohio Michigan Birmingham
Suspicious FEDs Talking Bout I'm Trafficking

ATL DEA
Georgia Wanted
(Georgia Wanted)
Murder Wanted
(Murder Wanted)
GBI (GBI) LBI (LBI)
Houston Texas Ohio Michigan Birmingham

 

[fox69]

"Get It Back"
(feat. 2 Chainz)

"Get It Back"
(feat. 2 Chainz)



[Hook 1: Gucci Mane]
Get it back, get it back
Bitch, I know I get it back
Give a fuck bout that little paper
Cause I know I get it back

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got cash, cash on fire
Cash on hand, cash on deck
Give me everything 3 X
And all 12's up off that rack
Wash my stash with Ajax
Me and Tit, back to back
And we ridin' around, smoking Kush by the pound
Like how it ride but we love how it sound
Drop-top Lam so low to the ground
Just like a snail, I'm close to the earth
Waves on my temp, so a ho gotta surf
Hollering rock - when you're scared, go to church
Me and Slim Dunk in the club throwing racks
Go into the trap and I get it right back
Want 10 bricks? You can get it right now
Pull to the trap house, come to the back
Riding domestic with the trunk in the back
Riding in a foreign, so the trunk in the front
Sixty thousand cash just for me to roll blunts
Standing in front, blowing kush through her dress
Five grand just to see her dance
Ten grand just to see her tats
Jump in the corner and he smoking on her clit
Waiting on you, so he get it right back

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2: Gucci Mane]
In the club, throwin' money
I done run through me some racks
Give a fuck bout that little paper
I know I get it back
Get it back, get it back
Bitch, I know I get it back
Give a fuck bout that little paper
Cause I know I get it back

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Get it back, get it back
Yeah, you know I get it back
Shorty say she want my name
So I bought that bitch a tat
I walk in this bitch with racks
Tell them, come and get this paper
Yeah, my bitch is made in Asia
And I'm icy like a glacier
Get your baby momma
Take her then make her
You date her, then fuck her
I fuck her, then date her
Everything is on the up
Like a elevator
Gucci Mane and Tity Boi
College Park and Decatur
Now I do it for the haters
Started with a Buick LeSabre
Ended with that Ferrari
Tell me, meet me up out in Vegas
Got so many acres
I don't ever see my neighbors
Niggas say they want a mil
I put money on the table

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

 

[fox69]

"Get It Back"
(with Young Dolph)

"Get It Back"
(with Young Dolph)



Black lung so like I'm Eazy E or something
Black lung so like I'm Eazy E or something
Talking cash shit like I'm Pimp C or something

[Verse 1:]
Black lung so like I'm Eazy E or something
Talking cash shit like I'm Pimp C or something
Fuck it up and get it back like it nothing
I heard my niggas is hating, I called him up he say I'm bugging
We start getting money then here comes the snakes
The fakest motherfucker smiling in your face
But really they just want your spot
That's why I'm riding through the streets late night with this big glock
I fuck up a chick everywhere I go
But you're just spunt on weed and clothes
A day in Dolph world pretty weed pretty hoes
Trapping out a mansion with the marble floors

[Hook: x2]
I can fuck it up and get it right back
I can fuck it up and get it right back
I said I can fuck it up and get it right back
I can fuck it up and get it right back

[Verse 2:]
On the flight fit to AOG been for a hundred bricks
Look to the trap, and made it right back
Lil kid calling about the package that he sent
I can't tell 'em shit if I ain't got shit
Having fucked up came down to my last
Entirely grabbed the fogger dropped the mass in all in
I got a feeling for money dog I gotta spend it
But I know how they get it hit the kitchen drop the chicken
In the drop going hard straight water wipping
Nobody fucking with me, wrist got a hemmy in it
A hundred carats on the watch nigga emmy did it
I could fuck it up and get it right back any minute

[Hook: x2]
I can fuck it up and get it right back
I can fuck it up and get it right back
I said I can fuck it up and get it right back
I can fuck it up and get it right back

 

[fox69]

"Get Lost"
(feat. Birdman)

"Get Lost"
(feat. Birdman)



[Intro]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord fake niggas he keep
But if I shut down before I wake
I pray to Lord real niggas he take

[Hook]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost

[Verse 1]
Me and my top beefin
So I don’t really wanna see him
They picture man, the flare nigga
And all the kids wanna be him
I told that girl to get lost
Cuz I don’t even like to argue
All this money that I’m makin
They think I’m playing for the Chargers
My jury game is retarded
My car game is exotic
The inside my Maserati
Cuz look like he in the hypnotic
I’m runnin from the paparazzi
But I’m in the Lamborghini
They call me Gucci Debiassi
I think I’m fucking Liberace

[Hook]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost

[Verse 2]
Smoking kush with my boys
I’m a walking weed joyce
They say I fuck on my alarms
I say it back, it’s my choice
Selling dope with my squad
Old school’s in my yard
I got a Chevy so clean
And my goodness so hot
They say it’s getting real hot
So I took off of my top
I got the number one spot
I’m coming down my block

[Hook]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost

[Verse 3]
Dragging from the old school in my new school
Top missing, nigga with my new tool
Same ways with my new juice
Getting money on these young fools
You pay for perfect when you’re big time
You pay for perfect when your sun shine
Harley Davidson, 1100
Nigga know we got them army guns
Big money when we poppin nigga
Overseas when I’m shoppin nigga
Hella choppers when we choppin nigga
Getting money by the mount nigga
Uptown with the swag nigga
300 on the dash nigga
Out the pound full of cash nigga
Nigga first not last nigga

[Hook]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost

 

[fox69]

"Get Low (Like A Lambo)"
(feat. Selassie)

"Get Low (Like A Lambo)"
(feat. Selassie)



[Intro: Selassie]
Ay! DJ Speedy (Speedy)
You a fool for this one (for this one)
Selassie, Ice (Ice)
We still, rock steady (rock steady)
Gucci Mane, where you at?

[Gucci Mane]
YEAHHH! I'm not your baby daddy
I'm your sugar daddy, too much money on me
I can buy you all drinks, everything is on me
You can smoke and eat free, I'm in the V-I-P
Baby come and see me, G-U double-C I
M-A-N-E, I'm (So Icey)
You done heard about me, but enough about me
Let's talk about we, come lie on my sheets
I'ma lay in you deep, like a Lamborghini
Girl you represents me, and you must look cute
Cause you represent me, I'm the President Bill
You my Hilary, but you try an' diss me
I'ma call on whiskey, need a black lady
independent Oprah Winfrey, ask Oprah Winfrey
Has she heard about me? Spread the word about me
If you leave your plan A, I can be your plan B
Gucci!

[Chorus: Selassie]
Lambo, like a Lambo
Get low to the earth like a Lambo
Baby stick your hands up like a Lambo
Go slow, go fast like a Lambo
Oh she looks like a Lambo, like a Lambo
Baby body bangin harder than a Lambo
Baby put her hands up like a Lambo
She remind me of a Murcielago

[Gucci Mane]
Like a Lamborghini, shorty very pricey
She can be your wifey could say that shorty might be
But I think she like me, least I think she like G's
All the G's on her bag, how she couldn't like me?
(Gucci) How she wouldn't like me? Your man wanna bite me
But he shouldn't, now you runnin like a Lamborghini
Shorty fine as a scene, Jet beauty this week
She as top notch as Jet, but she a stone cold freak
Ridin down to South Beach, 'bout 4 or 5 drinks
Jumped in a 'Lago, doors up, you don't say
Gucci Mane, Selassie, girl we extra ic-ey
Wanna owe it to Atlanta, pussy nigga don't say
I'ma pay like I weigh, every day my payday
Every day our payday, we in the Lamborghini
I'ma pay like I weigh, every day my payday
Every day our payday, we in the Lamborghini

[Chorus]

[Selassie]
And she know she good, when she up in the hood
Because she got that good, that's what they say in the hood
Yeah so you can ask Mr. Gucci, excuse me, Mr. Icey
Baby girl yeah say she wanna be your wifey
She dress real pricey, her head game nice B
Plus she says she got a girl who like me

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Get Money Nigga"
(feat. Meek Mill)

"Get Money Nigga"
(feat. Meek Mill)



[Intro:]
Gucci, Meek Millie
From ATL to Philly nigga
Real recognize real
Yeah we hood rich
Trap God turn us up

[Hook:]
I'm a money gettin nigga
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And aks him what he put me on for
I heard ya'll niggas ballin
Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for?
Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
You niggas know you don't belong here

[Verse 1:]
All my niggas smoking scrome here
We don't talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of cliques don't get along here,
Brick Squad my nigga, we rock our own gear
I'm on the kriss and on the long chair
I hope that you don't read me wrong
But if I go pull out that tongue dear
I bet that you don't make it home
I'm in the choppers with my long Johns
And I've been trapping all day long
They call me back and so they on scron
Before it dry, that shit be gone

[Hook:]
I'm a money gettin nigga
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And aks him what he put me on for
I heard ya'll niggas ballin
Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for?
You'd better stay out by the Philly nigga
You know you pussies don't belong here

[Verse 2:]
Rose go on my bottle six,
Half a mill on foreign whip
I'm in it well with a foreign bitch
I'm on a bright strap and she on this dick
Just bow there you lame
You diamonds look strange
I'm grinding like Wayne, when he on that skateboard I'm said
Nigga you new girl's my open
My old bitch - your new girl,
Young low rich Philly nigga, them hoes tell me I'm toothed up
I don't need to fuck one on one
'Cause when I come I need two girls
That down to fuck like all night
Give them bitches that hard pipe
Ridin with a hoe named Keyshia
And we smoking no Keyshia
Young nigga friends like easter,
Blood dripping on my sneackers
Straight drop, I stick that
I celebrate, I get back
That Molly look like a Tic-Tac
And I tell that hoe that I get that like oh

[Hook:]
I'm a money gettin nigga
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And aks him what he put me on for
I heard ya'll niggas ballin
Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for?
Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
You niggas know you don't belong here

[Verse 3:]
I drop a bag on your head nigga
And then locate your ass like all star
I ain't had to buy shit nigga
My nigga Waka got his own car
You want my dick like you a bitch nigga
Won't you go and coach your own boys?
And I don't wanna go back to jail nigga
But you gonna make me catch one more charge
I can look and tell you fraid nigga
But you keep on tryin to look hard
Your friends keep aksing what's the spell nigga
That's your motherfucking home boys

[Hook:]
I'm a money gettin nigga
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And aks him what he put me on for
I heard ya'll niggas ballin
Dude, why the fuck you take a loan for?
Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
You niggas know you don't belong here