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 and I'm like real big Stackin double see the 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 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 fuckin Uhh, iced out 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 is on another level Clusters of and they brush together Uhh, why you talkin so much Yo bitch, cause I'm so
Okay white like Michael Jackson Bust the shit out the rubber then I to trappin Gucci Mane got the ticket Run for the midget nigga fuck with me, uhh say he short a couple stacks The diamond chain on my is doin jumpin jacks, uhh Yo' money short Spud Webb Bend nigga broke nigga need help, uhh My money talkin like Gucci Mane I make a out of Wednesday, uhh Phone don't {?} 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 ki's, I call 'em chicken wangs Got the gangster peas, I call 'em greens We got them ex pills, we call 'em mayne Gucci on the grind, me at the spot Got some cocaine out the damn pot Get cool water, it's too damn hot All I for Christmas is the dopeman knot harder, be smarter We gon' eat I bring it out the water 36 O's, for the 17 Five for the drive,