Gucci (Gucci Mane) Big Cat, (Big Cat, Laflare) get it (let's get it)
Half a brick in a pot Tryin to make me a boy knot Two and I'm like real big double see the nigga so big I gots to get it, gots to get it, to run my money up Gots to get it, to get it, gots to run my money up [3X]
Uhhhhh! I'm goin on a Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don Uhhhhh! G's in my Gucci bag So if you at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass Uhh, Mane, I'm the bread and butter Run trap, crack, nigga spread your hustle Uhh, pockets fatter Oprah Winfrey Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fuckin Uhh, iced out like Babe an' I can mo' records than Shade an' them Uhh, Gucci Mane youse a cocky I make it so you better get'cha umba-rella Uhh, and my is on another level Clusters of and they brush together Uhh, why you talkin so shit? Yo bitch, I'm so rich
Okay somethin white like Jackson Bust the shit out the rubber I start to trappin Gucci got the lone ticket Run for the midget nigga fuck with me, uhh Shawty say he short a couple The diamond chain on my neck is jumpin jacks, uhh Yo' money short Spud Webb Bend nigga broke nigga need help, uhh My money like Dikembe Gucci Mane I make a 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 when 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 face Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em wangs Got the gangster peas, I call 'em greens 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 cool water, it's too damn hot All I want for Christmas is the dopeman Hustle harder, be We eat when I bring it out the water 36 O's, for the 17 Five for the drive,