Gucci (Gucci Mane) Big Cat, (Big Cat, Laflare) get it (let's get it)
Half a in a pyrex pot to make me a dope boy knot Two pounds and I'm like big Stackin see the nigga so big I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my up Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up
Uhhhhh! I'm on a Trap-A-Thon Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Don Uhhhhh! Hundred G's in my bag So if you look at me wrong do yo' ass Uhh, Mane, I'm the bread and butter Run trap, sell crack, nigga your hustle Uhh, pockets than Oprah Winfrey Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fuckin Uhh, iced out like Babe an' I can sell mo' records than an' them Uhh, Mane youse a cocky fella I make it rain so you better umba-rella Uhh, and my watch is on level of diamonds and they brush together Uhh, why you talkin so shit? Yo bitch, I'm so rich
Okay white like Michael Jackson Bust the shit out the rubber then I to trappin Mane got the lone ticket Run for the midget nigga fuck with me, uhh Shawty say he a couple stacks The chain on my neck is doin jumpin jacks, uhh Yo' money like Spud Webb Bend nigga broke nigga need help, uhh My money talkin Dikembe Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uhh Phone {?} C-D-S Still makin moves, with S-Y-S, uhh All my shows be whippin up J's keep the ash scrubs we pick it up, uhh And me and Cad in a Yellow diamonds got me lookin a bumblebee, uhh
Gucci got a plug, for the square Got quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard We got them ex pills, we 'em skitters mayne on the grind, catch me at the spot Got some cocaine jumpin out the pot Get some cool water, it's too hot All I for Christmas is the dopeman knot harder, be smarter We eat when I bring it out the water 36 O's, for the 17 Five for the drive,