Gucci (Gucci Mane) Big Cat, (Big Cat, Laflare) get it (let's get it)
Half a brick in a pot Tryin to me a dope boy knot Two pounds and I'm real big Stackin see the nigga so big I gots to get it, gots to get it, to run my money up Gots to get it, gots to get it, to run my money up [3X]
Uhhhhh! I'm goin on a Gucci Mane Gotti I'm the Dapper 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 fatter than Oprah Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the century Uhh, out like Babe an' them I can mo' records than Shade an' them Uhh, Gucci youse a cocky fella I make it so you better get'cha umba-rella Uhh, and my watch is on another of diamonds and they brush together Uhh, why you so much shit? Yo bitch, cause I'm so
Okay white like Michael Jackson Bust the shit out the rubber then I to trappin Gucci got the lone ticket Run stack for the 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 down nigga broke nigga need help, uhh My money like Dikembe Gucci I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uhh Phone don't {?} Still makin moves, with S-Y-S, uhh All my better be whippin up J's keep the ash scrubs we pick it up, uhh And me and Cad in a diamonds got me lookin like a bumblebee, uhh
Gucci got a plug, for the face Got quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs Got the gangster peas, I 'em collard greens We got ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne Gucci on the grind, me at the spot Got some jumpin out the damn pot Get some water, it's too damn hot All I want for Christmas is the knot Hustle harder, be We gon' eat when I bring it out the 36 O's, for the 17 for the drive, 17-5