(intro:) fresh, hard, ball smart like its sportscenter you see it fresh and gucci, iced up, up
(verse 1:) ball paper you would think I was a draft pick, 6 brick boy watch 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 smoke crack then your an addict, addicted to kush and bad bitches, dem big rims is the way im livin', I took whole and I spent it on a crib, Im in the hood passin hundred dollar bills, kentez you tell these pussy niggas what it is, before i make cash show these niggas it is,(cash)
(chorus:) baby i ball i start so call sportscenter i was 80 an hour last winter, wilt chamberlain danglin' crystal, benchwarmer sit out 'til next nigga,(repeat)
(verse 2:)
city 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, make a nigga 360, airmax airbubble me 150, tall money yao tall then nowitzki, wilt cham. bitch of the century, 23 davins sitin on a bentley, if you dont it then dont ride wit me, sportscenter bitch made of the century, came to the club wit a worth a milli, take it to the paint gucci shoot a 3,(I will) on gucci you be waitin for a week, take it to the paint gucci gucci shoot a 3,(swishy) Im so out my left wrist on freeze,
(chorus:x2)
I know yall think that Im rappin', Im vacuum sealin and wrappin', 36 Oz and the tube a baggy, 54 Oz a brick and a halfy, so much money put my in a baggy, so ... that i never busted a baggy, 08' bently money than nowitzki, kimba mitumba or winfrey, like vending machine I that coke, so powder I can make a snowman, like a vendin machine i keep 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 the street man, glenwood day Ima murder him, edgewood day Ima murder him, east atlanta 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 purp i smoke it na-mean, gone a $100,000 rings...