Gucci (Gucci Mane) Big Cat, (Big Cat, Laflare) get it (let's get it)
Half a in a pyrex pot Tryin to make me a dope boy Two pounds and I'm like big Stackin see the nigga so big I to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up [3X]
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, crack, nigga spread your hustle Uhh, pockets fatter than Winfrey Gucci Mane I'm the of the fuckin century Uhh, iced out Babe an' them I can mo' records than Shade an' them Uhh, Gucci Mane a cocky fella I make it rain so you better get'cha Uhh, and my watch is on level Clusters of and they brush together Uhh, why you talkin so much Yo bitch, cause I'm so
Okay somethin like Michael Jackson the shit out the rubber then I start to trappin Gucci Mane got the ticket Run stack for the nigga fuck with me, uhh say he short a couple stacks The chain on my neck is doin jumpin jacks, uhh Yo' money like Spud Webb Bend down nigga broke need help, uhh My money like Dikembe Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uhh Phone {?} C-D-S Still moves, thuggin 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 Yellow diamonds got me lookin a bumblebee, uhh
Gucci got a plug, for the square Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken Got the gangster peas, I call 'em greens We got ex pills, we call 'em skitters mayne on the grind, catch me at the spot Got some cocaine out the damn pot Get some cool water, too damn hot All I want for Christmas is the knot harder, be smarter We gon' eat I bring it out the water 36 O's, for the 17 for the drive, 17-5