It’s all there
Ain’t ’bout a pair
Aw yeah
Two hundred pound of super, I’m litty, it’s all there
Crossin’ niggas all on the court like ballplayers
I can make two hundred a week, it’s not fair
Walkin’ in the bank with a bitch with long hair
Nigga tell me what that money do
Hatin’ in your feelings ’cause you broke and she won’t fuck with you
Ballin’ on these niggas, I can’t stop because I love to hoop
Cookin’, I’m a chef, TSF, we untouchable
Youngins hoppin’ out the SRT and they love to shoot
Three or four bitches up in my car, I don’t fuck with girls
Nigga broke and he be rattin’ to them folks, we don’t fuck with you
I’m out of town, why? Bitch I’m on a flight and makin’ money moves
I need another ticket
This shit slow up then I’ma go pick up a hundred chickens
My diamonds hittin’, punchin’ niggas like they Sonny Liston
I’m still on that ball, get to runnin’, listen
I got Lamborghini, new Balenci’
Two hundred pound of super, I’m litty, it’s all there
Crossin’ niggas all on the court like ballplayers
I can make two hundred a week, it’s not fair
Walkin’ in the bank with a bitch with long hair
Ain’t I richer than a bitch?
Big ass diamond chain, Gucci Mane 2006 (Mm-hmm)
Cup syrup in my cup cost six hundred, I ain’t sick (No I ain’t)
She say I’m a asshole, nah bitch I’m the shit
Yeah I got some money and I started actin’ different
Who the fuck wanna get rich to be stuck up in the trenches?
Bae I come from slangin’ iron, sellin’ dope, pimpin’ bitches
Jumpin’ fences, it was vicious
Now it’s corporate structure business for the millions
Two hundred pound of super, I’m litty, it’s all there
Crossin’ niggas all on the court like ballplayers
I can make two hundred a week, it’s not fair
Walkin’ in the bank with a bitch with long hair
Nigga tell me what that money do
Hatin’ in your feelings ’cause you broke and she won’t fuck with you
Ballin’ on these niggas, I can’t stop because I love to hoop
Cookin’, I’m a chef, TSF, we untouchable
I’m a Bay City Black Cat troublemaker
Still flyin’, I still got a couple haters
Sittin’ on my toilet paper
You won’t be cookin’ more like the Baconator
D chain hang low, do a wobble to the floor
Do a shine in the light, in the dark do a glow
Baby say she wanna freak on me
Put your hands on your knees, let me see you touch toes
Hell yeah, fuck her right, Lil Wayne, mask and yellin’ out “Hyper”
Bitch I’m the boogeyman, my name is Gucci
Mane, that motherfucker just might, burr
I ain’t been takin’ my medicine lately, I been actin’ crazy
I’m doin’ some things that I shouldn’t
AR-15 shoot fully, three hundred blacked out bullet
Coolin’ kid make sure it’s coolin’, blrrt
Litty, it’s all there
Crossin’ niggas all on the court like ballplayers
I can make two hundred a week, it’s not fair
Walkin’ in the bank with a bitch with long hair
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