(Mike WiLL Made-It)
(Agh, yeah, yeah, it's gucci)
(P-p-p-plain jane)
(Brr) (P-p-p-plain jane)
(Wow) (P-p-p-plain jane)
G-Gucci
I know my body took a lot of ink
Know I smoke a lot of stink
Bladder piss a lot of pink
'Cause that lean I like to drink
My face got a lot of tats
My grill got a lot of gold
My mouth talk a lot of shit
My dick fuck a lot of hoes
My stomach be filled with shrimp, legs limping like a pimp (its Gucci)
Gazelles on my fucking frame, waves all in my temp
My mind it be on the prize, hands on with the nine
My traphouse it keep a line, because I'm selling Duncan Hines
Gucci Mane a millionaire, my house I be seldom there
I always be on the road, bank account got several 0's
My britches be True Religion, in the kitchen cooking chickens
Smoking Swishers, busting Phillies, bought two 'Raris, spent a million (its Gucci)
This watch right here cost ninety thousand plain jane (bow, bow)
But I'ma put some rocks off in it anyway (bow)
These haters they gon' hate on you like anyway (anyway)
So I'm gon' put some rims on my shit anyway (anyway)
Anyway (anyway), anyway (anyway)
I dumped her, I can find another any day (any day)
Anyway (anyway), (hey Gucci) anyway (anyway) (it's Gucci)
It's not that hot outside but I'ma drop it anyway (anyway)
Maybach sitting way back (ayy)
Said Maybach? Yeah it's out back (ayy)
I'm eating Outback, with my Australian bitch (ow, ow)
She got a fat ass and some big tits (ow, whoa)
I fuck with her 'cause her accent (right?)
Where the Hublot? 'Cause it accent (what?)
My Louis V shades (warrup?)
Plus it match the Ace of Spades (turn up)
On to new ones talkin' Audemars got two of 'em (two)
One plain jane, one iced-out (ayy)
Nigga tried me, knocked his lights out (bow)
Got goonies but I'm hands-on (bow)
Run the check up for my man's 'nem (yeah)
That's A-1 FBG
Free Boosie, Free B.G. (yeah)
You know that's anyway
I'm a Don ho, your house the size of my Condo (ayy)
I just rap shit for the fun ho (fun)
Last of a dying breed, Rocko, young dinosaur
Old school, still wear Tree Timbs
Where that money at? I want me some
With your main bitch and your little sis
Know what time it is nigga, threesome (Gucci)
This watch right here cost ninety thousand plain jane (bow, bow)
But I'ma put some rocks off in it anyway (bow)
These haters they gon' hate on you like anyway (anyway)
So I'm gon' put some rims on my shit anyway (anyway)
Anyway (anyway), anyway (anyway)
I dumped her, I can find another any day (any day)
Anyway (anyway), anyway (it's Gucci)
It's not that hot outside but I'ma drop it anyway (anyway)
Yeah, homes I'm still on, my bankroll on million
Them big boats I chill on, a nigga talk that shit, but I'll kill homes (bow!)
My paper-trail stretch real long, they career dead its stillborn
I'm still touring, I'm still going in clubs throwing dough until dawn (ayy, ayy, ow)
Popping pills on Sunset, in a aqua Bentley and a plum Vette
I'm all that ho call that ho and tell the King say, "Run that"
Hustle Gang is my entourage, I Striver's Row my camouflage
I got Louis on them new LeBron's, Lon Von or either Louboutins (what? What? Ayy, ayy)
Like my dro, I'm too strong (yeah), in the A-town I can't do wrong
Them pussy niggas wanna diss me it (ah), take at least two of 'em on two songs
My crew on, what you on? We'll never be in the same lane
What you paid for that with them cloudy diamonds, my shit was triple that plain jane
This watch right here cost ninety thousand plain jane (bow, bow)
But I'ma put some rocks off in it anyway (bow)
These haters they gon' hate on you like anyway (anyway)
So I'm gon' put some rims on my shit anyway (anyway)
Anyway (anyway), anyway (anyway)
I dumped her, I can find another any day (any day)
Anyway (anyway), anyway (its Gucci)
It's not that hot outside but I'ma drop it anyway (anyway)