(intro:) fresh, ball hard, ball smart like its you see it fresh and gucci, iced up, up
(verse 1:) ball player paper you would I was a draft pick, zone 6 brick boy me score a hundred, call dick my tail cause a diaper dandy, DT player I bought a aston, zone bricks go up through the attic, if you crack rock then your an addict, addicted to ballin and bad bitches, dem big rims is the way im livin', I took whole mill and I it on a crib, Im in the hood passin hundred dollar bills, kentez you better these pussy niggas what it is, before i make show these niggas what it is,(cash)
(chorus:) baby i ball hard i start so call i was averagin' 80 an last winter, wilt chamberlain danglin' crystal, benchwarmer sit out 'til next nigga,(repeat)
(verse 2:)
magic monday 20 grand monday, same next week call that shit a replay, 72' caprice is a slam dunk, mossberg sawed off that shit a double boom, ak-47 make a 360, airmax airbubble me 150, tall money yao ming tall nowitzki, cham. bitch baller of the century, 23 inch davins on a bentley, if you like it then dont ride wit me, sportscenter bitch made of the century, came to the wit a chain worth a milli, it to the paint jump gucci shoot a 3,(I will) waitin on gucci you be for a week, take it to the paint jump gucci shoot a 3,(swishy) Im so out my left wrist on freeze,
(chorus:x2)
I know yall think Im just rappin', Im vacuum sealin and wrappin', 36 Oz and the inner a baggy, 54 Oz a brick and a halfy, so much put my stacks in a baggy, so many ... that i busted a baggy, 08' bently money taller nowitzki, kimba mitumba or winfrey, like vending machine I keep coke, so much powder I can a snowman, a vendin machine i keep that coke, so powder I can make a snowman,(oh man)
(outtro:)
yeah its gucci mane la flare wilt chamberlain shit, sportscenter, you tuned in man na-mean, fuck the T.V man watch the street man, glenwood day Ima murder him, edgewood day Ima murder him, east day Ima murder him, swat day Ima murder him, na-mean, its gucci mane big boy flexin so icy entertainment, we bangin like that chain swangin' like that we rockin like that cut off stockin like that we poppin like that, bags of money na-mean never 100's na-mean, big boy shit bet a million na-mean, you smoke it i dont want it na-mean dollar i smoke it na-mean, gone holla a $100,000 rings...