Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"That's That"
(feat. Kevin McCall)

"That's That"
(feat. Kevin McCall)



[Verse 1:]
Whole lot of chains, don't let them get loose
Sipping rich man juice that's a 4 wanna deuce
All my cars they ain't got no roof
And I'm pleading that guilty, they ain't got no proof
Look in my closet, I ain't got no suits
2 thousand dollar shirts, 4 thousand dollars boots
Broke ass nigga ain't got no clue
I'm so rich I can buy your troops
Gucci going broke, you're a God damn fool
Piss so bad, I'm a put it through school
These rob niggas don't move like me
When I move all the young niggas gonna move
You can run up but what you gonna prove
Gucci Mane put you on the God damn news

[Interlude:]
Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos
When you choose me baby, you know you can't loose

[Hook:]
Baby got that back pack, and that's that
Pocket got the fast stacks, and that's that
Pull up in a what's that, and that's that
Pull up in a what's that, and that's that
If it's my show then the club packed, and that's that
And you might not get your bitch back, and that's that
Yeah I'm smoking on that loud pack, and that's that
That droooow...

[Verse 2:]
Got a bitch so bad, looking good with no pants
Running down on the booth cause the bitch so bad
Proceed on the jag, got her boyfriend mad, lined outside
Bitch with the Georgia tats
Smelling so bad she in all your hair
Bossed up bitch she pluck your ass
Red bottom heels and the matching package
She riding around the city just dropping swag
Real fat ass, take out of that, I gotta ask, I gotta ask
Hunned yard dash for the cash I do
Have a car so fast I lose your ass
Hoe so bad that she got you blinded
Kill you a cat, you should buy her diamonds
All my life girl where you been?
Bitch so fine, we move her in
Hold up, stop, that devil trippin
Last thing I need to do is move that bishop
Yeah we good, and we're smooth
What can I say baby, I'm a tycoon
Gucci mane, I ain't for the job no boom
But tell your girlfriend she can jump in too

[Interlude:]
Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos
When you choose me baby, you know you can't loose

[Hook:]
Baby got that back pack, and that's that
Pocket got the fast stacks, and that's that
Pull up in a what's that, and that's that
Pull up in a what's that, and that's that
If it's my show then the club packed, and that's that
And you might not get your bitch back, and that's that
Yeah I'm smoking on that loud pack, and that's that
That droooow...

 

[fox69]

"The Movie"

"The Movie"



Im jumpin out my coupe wit da missin roof and I'm so fuckin high I need a parachute.
"Gucci Mane, do you remember me from last month?"
"Girl, I can't remember nothin but my last blunt"
Bling blau diamond necklaces for every chain.
Bitch I'm Gucci so I put rims on bout everythang.
I used to care about money now these days I don't so if I like her enough I'll buy her everythang she want.
I got that 357 so don't try your luck.
Bullets have yo body hot you'll need a fire truck.
So re-up with us, got white girl yeah that anime.
Today I'm shittin on rappers so I call em Jazze Pha.

I'm not a boy so I can not be your boyfriend but, if you want me to then I can be your Gucci Mane.
And if you're man can't beat it up then I bet Gucci can.
Just ask your lady and I bet that shes a Gucci fan.
Bought all my hoes Gucci, most all my clothes Gucci, this ain't no coogi you still can't move me.
And this is the soundtrack of the Gucci Mane movie, gucci mane movie, gucci mane movie.

Lambo engine in the rear and I'm switchin gears.
Yall suckas can't fuck wit dis young nigga here.
Diamonds on my neck colder than a case of beer.
So when I fall off in the club all the bitches cheer.
In an '06 convertible my top can disappear.
Just bought a house in cali pool parties of the year.
Tip fade stupid ways I don't wear beer.
They say that Gucci stay fresh but dat nigga weird.
Girl you ridin wit la flare so what you got to fear?

I'm not a boy so I can not be your boyfriend but, if you want me to then I can be your Gucci Mane.
And if you're man can't beat it up then I bet Gucci can.
Just ask your lady and I bet that shes a Gucci fan.
Bought all my hoes Gucci, most all my clothes Gucci, this ain't no coogi you still can't move me.
And this is the soundtrack of the Gucci Mane movie, gucci mane movie, gucci mane movie.

Jazze Pha, Gucci know they didn't expect this it ain't no secret run up on me you'll regret it.
Im like a ball player focused on my next hit.
And I hit homeruns I don't know how to bunt bitch.
And this that cali kush you need to pass the blunt bitch.
Im Sorry that I cuss you baby girl you're gorgeous.
Psych you're not gorgeous but your ass is enormous.
And if you never call me I'll be rich regardless.
Picture perfect flow this verse is a boy trick.
I got three matches but..... bouldercrest flash show, seen greshem where I started.......

I'm not a boy so I can not be your boyfriend but, if you want me to then I can be your Gucci Mane.
And if you're man can't beat it up then I bet Gucci can.
Just ask your lady and I bet that shes a Gucci fan.
Bought all my hoes Gucci, most all my clothes Gucci, this ain't no coogi you still can't move me.
And this is the soundtrack of the Gucci Mane movie, gucci mane movie, gucci mane movie.

 

[fox69]

"Thirsty"

"Thirsty"


[Hook:]
Grown bitch threw up in the hood, eat fish sticks
Hood bitch state that she the shit but you ain't rich
You's a thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho
Thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho
She a hood bitch, on the dream suck a rich mad
If you got mo babies than the motherfuckin trap
You's a thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho
Thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho

[Verse 1:]
It's Gucci in this bitch, I put my Bentley on 4's
This one for the hoes like to play with ding dongs
Got no paper problems baby, paper plane full of hard love
You see your shoes belt boo, bag full cunt knox
If you ain't suckin dick why the fuck you got your tall pierced?
Baby them headshots, you can't fool Guwap
Grew up like 2 Pac, purple drink no Ciroc
Need to buy a weed whacker for my new weed spot
Flashback '95, '87 T top
Your girl suck a nigga, caught to a nigga Nina
Cookin dope in dirty house in my damn tea pots
Sellin dope in throws a tree and I ain't never re-route
Niggas bust some heads so pull it a couple stone
Bad bitch fine, kids fine muthafucka
Gave you my kids and they blamin you for extra though
Gave you my kids but I gave em all you twank you though

[Hook:]
Grown bitch threw up in the hood, eat fish sticks
Hood bitch state that she the shit but you ain't rich
You's a thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho
Thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho
She a hood bitch, on the dream suck a rich mad
If you got mo babies than the motherfuckin trap
You's a thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho
Thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho

[Verse 2:]
I had this fine bitch with me but she thirsty dawg
In the Maybach with me, opened up my conscience dawg
Baby you fine but you ridin with me is a no touch clause
And this yo second violation cause you wove your clause
Dirty Sprite, codeine, baby step your game up
If your boyfriend broke, don't bring my name up
If you keep suckin dick like that you don't get famous
Man this ho so thirsty got a signed disclaimer
I had a girl go to spear me was a good good brain
At first she wasn't good so I had the crane
I had to pull ruga in, she was her personal trainer
I try to marry in the family just to get this cocaine up
And the Charger cost 100, that's a whole nother lane
I'm in the T back cop 100 bitch to step up yo game
I'm in your Bentley, spend 400 bitch a whole nother lane
It's Guwap AKA bitch it's Big Gucci Mane, gwap

[Hook:]
Grown bitch threw up in the hood, eat fish sticks
Hood bitch state that she the shit but you ain't rich
You's a thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho
Thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho
She a hood bitch, on the dream suck a rich mad
If you got mo babies than the motherfuckin trap
You's a thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho
Thirsty ass, thirsty ass, thirsty ass ho

 

[fox69]

"This Is What I Do"
(feat. OJ Da Juiceman, Waka Flocka Flame)

"This Is What I Do"
(feat. OJ Da Juiceman, Waka Flocka Flame)




[Intro]
Dirty Birds in this motherfucker (ay yeah boyyy) It's Guc'!
Matter of fact it's Big Gucci in this motherfucker (ay yeah)
Flockaveli, Birdman (ay yeah boyyy)
Ca$h Money, Brick Squad linked up to 17 (BRICK SQUAD!!)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
In the streets, make some moves, get my paper (this is what I do)
FUCK 'EM! Blow croak smoke on my haters (this is what I do)
Pop up with the real, fuck you fakers (this is what I do)
All about my money, fuck you pay me (this is what I do)
Huh? (This is what I do) Oh for real? (This is what I do)
Word? (This is what I do) Bitch! (This is what I do)
Huh? (This is what I do) Oh for real? (This is what I do)
Word? (This is what I do) Bitch! (This is what I do)

[Gucci Mane]
It's Big Gucci (ha) mob moves you wise fools
You can't mute me, my whole life I'm ProTools
First day appeal, just elude me or shoot me
I stand on my word, I'm like Luke in the 90's
Cocaine crazy, 1980 baby
2/12 they birthed me, now find me in Miami
East Atlanta with me, always to the Grammys
This time? Big bucks, no Whammies
My trunk slammin, my track jammin
I'm too fancy; manners I left 'em
I'm healthy, stealthy, and wealthy - you try me?
I'll probably show a nigga how to drive a jet ski
Them Brick Squad niggaz got me like I got me
Me, Flock and Baby back to Bankhead in real Bugatis
Brick Squad, Zone 6, Ca$h Money, whattup?
I might just fuckin buy my mom a Maserati

[Chorus]

[Waka Flocka Flame]
I got 6's on my red and black whip (this is what I do)
Watch them girls choose, iced up like a fool
Po'n lean in my styrogoam, this is how I Screw
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... ha! (Flock 'em!)
Flexin with the crew, mean muggin who?
Bad attitude, what'chu wanna do?
20 bottles, 40 blunts, meet me, on the moon (hold up)
Make it, make it rain, now my lil' bitch strippers come together, fame
Let my, pants hang, watch me, do my, chain swang
Takin, bitch mane, with this yellow, diamond, karat, chain
Waka, Flocka, Flame, Gucci, Gucci, Mane
With the Birdman, this is how we hang

[Chorus]

[OJ Da Juiceman]
(Ayyyy!) This is what I do, then I cut a damn fool
Man I come through Chevrolet, but it look gray Coupe
Get my money stack it up, this is what real players do (yessir)
Now if, he don't get no money then that nigga need to shoot
Smokin kush, at the house, while yo' bitch clean my shoe
Real gangsta nigga mayne, this is what I do
Say lil' potnah just hit me sayin "Man I need a deuce" (okay!)
So I hit him with the force, this is what I do
Killed yo' baby momma; this is what I do (damn!)
Work chipped cell phones, this is what I do
Rims on my car look like man they runnin out they shoe
With that blue 20 piece look like my backyard swimmin pool

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Threw With That Shit"

"Threw With That Shit"


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci! Gucci
All these diamonds on me, they dancing on me
She glancing like I'm a star
These Giuseppe's on me, they stepping on me
So I might just stand on the bar
Got this weapon on me don't help me homie
In the parking lot I'm a star
Put my Bentley to your sentra nigga
It's like a bird just shit on your car
Got 3 birds strapped to your pa
And I might be wearing his [?]
If he don't pay when I tell him to then I'm kidnapping your ma'
Got them white diamonds, no flaw
Got that bad bitch with no bra
And if you know what these tear drops mean
Then what the fuck you trying me for?

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I done showed this bitch too much too quick
So I can't cut her off that's foolishness
She tell on me, it's over with
Man I don't even want nothing to do with this bitch
One more run and I'm through with this shit
I don't even want nothing to do with this shit
All this cash I'm sick of this shit It's midnight mane [?]
I pour a deuce in 20 juices I swear I'm a fool with this shit
But I ain't drinking lean no more I swear I'm through with this shit
I smoke so many blunts of kush I man I'm a fool with this shit
But I ain't smoking that shit no more man I'm through with this shit
I fucked so many different bitches I'm a fool with this shit
But I ain't fucking with these hoes no more I'm through with this shit
So many diamonds on me I done caught the flu with this shit
But I ain't buying that shit no more man I'm through with this shit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Ain't no flexing on me, it's a blessing homie
Got a collar shirt with a diamond resting on it
At the concert stressing that your pressing on me
And they damn near had to bring a stretcher homie
At the western homie and your girl is one me
And the girl so cool she brought and extra homie
Girl on girl no question homie
Damn I swear that shit was a pressure moment
Futuristic ride like a Jetson homie
Got the Forgiato rims with the F's on em'
Summer come out they put the dresses on
And the bitch so fine I put a necklace on her
Got a bitch that call me super sport
She say all my cars got S's on em'
Shout to Bun, you a legend homie
Did a verse for me, now I got Texas on me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I'm through with this shit and I'm through with this shit
Cause' I know that one of these niggas might snitch
Which one of y'all gonna be a little bitch?
Which one you young niggas wanna get rich?
Dropped out of school but he got a little sense
Wanna get rich? Gotta take that risk
Gotta work yo' bitch, gotta work your wrist
Gotta use good sense, gotta sell that fish
If you shit where you piss then it don't make sense
Selling bricks with a bitch then it don't make sense
They were friends til the end then you snitched on a friend?
Well a friend tells the truth and you're not my friend
If niggas were real then niggas will win
I never put trust in these niggas again
How you my clan you and didn't stick to the plan?
You say you a man but you told on your man?
Sammy the boo man you know what you did
Snitched on them all just to show off to yo bitch
2 shots in the head for the shit that you did
You say you OG but you talk to the feds
Judas betray me, you gave me this bread
All the time you had dope planted on edge
The city infested man, watch for the plague
Watch for the rest and look out the pigs

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

 

[fox69]

"Timothy"

"Timothy"



Once upon a time in a neighborhood not far away
Was a dude named Timothy, he tried to steal a car a day
He kept a screwdriver close by, he did autotheft
Got with a lil crew & now he not doing it by himself
One day timothy broke in a truck, quarter million bucks
What the fuck, crazy luck, now he think he rich as fuck.
They hit the mall bought it all jordans, bellies, pellet jackies
Six slugs in his grill, all the hoes throwing pussy at him
Little did he know that dat dough came from black & joe
Joe from down on coasta ave & all he did was slang the snow
So joe sent black with scraps & goons to catch 'em at his momma home
Rang the bell, then 'ventually put two shots in his momma dome.

Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard.
Don talk that trash cause we'll pull your card.
Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme them bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard
Don talk that trash cause we'll pull your card.

Oh shit Tim mad as fuck, angry as a bitch
He didnt know, he didnt give a thought it'll turn like this.
Now he mad, man he really mad & he want revenge
& he vows on his mama life he gone do 'em in .
Now he lying down coasta ave, black aint hard to find.
There they go black & joe & murdas' on his mind .
So he let loose the fucking gage, everbody flees.
& he catch black straight in his back, he on his knees.
Joe was bussin' like a fuckin Russian he barely escaped.
But his right hand man is bleeding too death in his face.
Tim's gone, he back at the spot, holding on his scrap.
& he know that aint nothin' he can do to bring her back.

Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard.
Don talk that trash cause we'll pull your card.
Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme them bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard
Don talk that trash cause we'll pull your card.

Now b & joe don't give a fuck no more, he cant even love no more.
He took 40 g's up out his stack, & set kill tim & his crew.
Now timothy is laying low, that quarter mills not here no more.
His momma she not here no more, & black will never breath fo sho'.
He drinking gin & blowing dro . he sadder than he ever been.
He looks at his whole crew, then thinks to himself we were never friends.
He can't run away from this, he don't got no where to go.
Plus the police looking for 'em. they was watching black & jo.
Damn what can he do this shit is real.
Cause if he make the wrong mistake, then he'll get killed.
Hopped in the car, him & his boys he so confused.
High speed chase, they crashed it down, just watch it on the news.

Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard.
Don talk that trash cause we'll pull your card.
Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme them bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard
Don talk that trash cause we'll pull your card.

 

[fox69]

"Too Long"

"Too Long"


[Hook:]
Don't leave my rhyming too long
Don't leave my rhyming too long
I have my mind blown: too gone
If you leave my rhyming too long

Stretching pain out on myself, last night I was whiling out
Took so much damn Ace of Spades, woke up on somebody's couch
Now I'm 'bout to throw a party. Who party right at the house?
Though I smoke at least half an ounce, so many blunts that I lost count
Now I'm wasted, loaded, bitch crazy, drunk, high, landed, rolling
Talking like a loco-motive, tell 'em four pounds' the quota
She hoping going blowing on pussy-ness that's so explosive
House white with steel, ho I'm not a man to show no emotion
I got pornographic pictures in my iPad
Oh that's your bitch? I fucked her, nigga. My bad!
So if you fuck my girl, we'll be even Steven
But the difference 'bout me Imma keep it pimping

Don't leave my rhyming too long
Don't leave my rhyming too long
I have her smoking on that real strong
If you leave my rhyming too long

[Hook:]
Don't leave my rhyming too long
Don't leave my rhyming too long
I have my mind blown: too gone
If you leave my rhyming too long

Back in at the West end, I'm sipping on a Martini
Yellow Lamborghini, 'bout the same color as a zucchini
Last night was a movie, I woke up with three women
Got two chains,two bracelets, she riding me and she getting it
On the fly-ti got a high price, this a lavish life, but I live it
Take your shots right like it's fight night all night long and no twisting
They searched me when I came in, so I came in with three pistols
That jewelry on and my money long, but don't bother me cause I'm chilling
Got three hoes on solo, but trust me no tripping
Ain't acting like I ain't in there, I'm on the stage, I'm tipping
Talk cashier, don't gift it, get dope high, I'm lifted
Sip real lean, that codeine. Who got them descriptions?

Don't leave my rhyming too long
Don't leave my rhyming too long
I have her smoking on that real strong
If you leave my rhyming too long

[Hook:]
Don't leave my rhyming too long
Don't leave my rhyming too long
I have my mind blown: too gone
If you leave my rhyming too long

 

[fox69]

"Too Loyal"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Slim Dunkin)

"Too Loyal"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Slim Dunkin)



[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW) [2X]
Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals
Mi-Mr. Zone 6'er, Mi-Mr. Zoner 6'er

[Gucci Mane]
I'm too hood, I'm too turnt (turnt)
Ain't been an hour and a quarter pound burnt
Mr. Zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW)
Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals
Tell you like you wanna know, iced out shorty
Got a glow, blue block party, and you better know (POW)
Fuckin bitches every show, one for the cheese
Two for the ki's, three's for the P's, go for the O.G.'s
I'm so sleaze I hit your main squeeze (geah)
Rollin on 30's, like you rollin on D's (wow)
It beez Gucci Goo-Wop
In the South top Beemer that's convertible top

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I'm too fuckin loyal; you too fuckin spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard, Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high [3X]
We ballin out [3X] - I'm too fuckin loyal

[Waka Flocka Flame]
They said I'm steamin, I'm bubblin, from the fire up
You got loud better fire it up
Call me a one-hit wonder I'll switch my flow up
Drop "No Hands" with Roscoe Dash, now I've blowin up
I'm (ballin out) everywhere you see me is money on the ground
'Caine one bleaches me, in for a pound (flags)
Higher than a motherfucker I smoked 'bout a pound
I love to throw hundreds screamin stripper bitch drown!
Girls all around me run me down
I drink, go bomb, [?] me round
Pants down, Brick Squad we the shit
Waka Flocka Flame the 2011 [?] Mitch

[Chorus]

[Slim Dunkin]
Brick Squad young'n
Catch me with a groupie chick, I be on my groupie shit
Hotel, motel, try and shoot a groupie flick
Bang bang, skeet skeet, Sturdy Pete, blew the crib
Dumped out the flag fuck, coolin with the stewardess
Hoe like OH MY GOD, look in my garage
This ain't no facade, sleepwalkin on them bars
I got me on free, link get me the Z
Red Bull give me wings, pit be robbin ching
Money I'ma get to it, neckpiece, igloo it
Shoot a hundred bet a hundred crapped out and redo it
It ain't nuttin to a boss nigga, put down
I'm so fuckin loyal Gucci tellin me to sit down

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Too Many"

"Too Many"


[Verse 1:]
Parked behind that bottle, last night trippin
Jewelries drippin 20 chains, yea 2 million
A lot of bad bitches in here, so many
I see a lot of fuck niggas, man that's too many
Drinkin hard, going hard, had too many
I ball one shot but gave that girl 5 20's
She said you overpaid me, that's too many
I spend my money like I want, bitch that mob deal
Hunned killas in the club, with me 2 mill
Too many bad bitches, couldn't fit em in my Bentley
You see the watch I got on cost 2-20
It's hard to bring out all my racks cause it's so many
A lot of girls want, that's so many
You wanna talk to me nigga then talk with me
New school so clean, had that onto me
Your royal blunt's too skinny but that's yo business

[Hook:]
Last night I had a ball, they were too many
Couldn't fuck em all, they were so many
Bitches down the draws, it was so many
Got a ball for my dawg, gave him too many
I'm tryna spend it all, nigga no limit
And they say it's no business like show business
Yea I'm swimming in the money, yea I flow in it
It's a whole lot of sharks, brought my gun in it

[Verse 2:]
Get a feature with a nigga last week, got a bird out it
Lamb paint my rims on the curb but I ain't worried bout it
Niggas say the squad getting money, I ain't heard bout it
Country nigga remix, yea I took 1/3 out it
Gucci Mane swag fuckin nervous, bitch she curious
She skip 3rd period, I fuck her on her period
Tried to get to gut this on my dick, she wasn't hittin it
Ask the dude you wanna make er flick, she wasn't in this shit
Asked er do yo man got a car that ain't limited?
6 car garage, yea the cars, yea they immigrant
This shit got this bitch spyin on me a business deal
I'm intrigued, got a rich dick to share with a lot of bitches
Ferrari Spyder itchin down the street like a caterpillar
Too many gangbangers, duffle bag like we bout a deal
He got tattooed tears but that boy is not a killer
Not a killer, not a dealer, call that boy another nigga

[Hook: x2]
Last night I had a ball, they were too many
Couldn't fuck em all, they were so many
Bitches down the draws, it was so many
Got a ball for my dawg, gave him too many
I'm tryna spend it all, nigga no limit
And they say it's no business like show business
Yea I'm swimming in the money, yea I flow in it
It's a whole lot of sharks, brought my gun in it

 

[fox69]

"Top In The Trash"
(feat. Chief Keef)

"Top In The Trash"
(feat. Chief Keef)



Ha, it's Gucci, burr, go in, Mike WiLL Made It

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Well, I'm blowin' kush, endorsin' it
For those that ain't as fortunate
I work my fork, I work my wrist
Got babies like the orphanage
Got cabbage like a cabbage patch
Got collard greens and turnips, bitch
I turn 'em in the turnin' lane
I'm always in a foreign whip
My trap boomin' like Bloomingdale's
A long line like you at the Ritz
Got bank like Lloyd, Yayo like Tony
But won't give you 50 cent
Red rubies on my Rolex bezel
It look like I slit my wrist
White diamonds like I'm Liberace
Bitch, come here and kiss my fist
I use Cristal for Listerine
I brush my teeth with purp codeine
I wash my face with bottled water
Drink champagne straight out the bottle
All my whips got superchargers
All my hoes are supermodels
He go hard but I go harder
He faker than Harry Potter

[Chrous: Gucci Mane]
He try to turn up with two hundred ones
He's makin' me laugh
I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga
I don't fuck with no glass

So many gualas in my pants, nigga
It's makin' me sag
And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
Top in the trash

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
So much money in my safe
I don't think that I can close it
So much money in my jeans
I don't think that I can tote it
Had a good day
And then I went and bought a Rollie
Shorty brain me so crazy
Had to tell the girl to hold it
Got a college girl, just spoken words
She think that she a poet
When I smash the girl, just spoken words
I have to keep her focused
'Bout to put me out the buildin'
Cause I got some nosy neighbors
Say I'm smokin' loud and they complainin'
'Bout the noise and fragrance
Think I'm going through a phase
Cause my verses are amazing
Think I'm walking through a maze
When I'm walking through the station
Drawing pictures with my words
While these other niggas tracin'
Walking back and forth pacing
Like my girl gon' have a baby

[Chrous: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
When I pull up to the lot, aye
All the hoes gon' drop, aye
Like look at his watch, aye
Like look at his car
Look at his earrings
Look at his his bling bling, aye
That nigga stuntin', just damn near killed the scene
Make bitches scream and faint, aye
I just poured me up a pint of that purple
I don't like red
You want to fight bitch, you might be dead, aye
Red white chalk, some niggas in the rear with black hawks
Counting so much damn green, hurt my damn thumb
I was trying to fucking eat, bit my damn tongue

[Chrous: Gucci Mane]