gucci mane big cat laflare let s get it half a brick in a pyrex pot tryin to make me a dope boy knot two pounds of the light green mid junkie never seen a nick so big i gots to get it gots to get it gots to run my money up gots to get it gots to get it gots to run my money up uhhhhh i m goin on a trap a thon gucci mane like gotti i m the dapper don uhhhhh hundred g s in my gucci bag so if you look at me wrong i mma do yo ass uhh gucci mane i m the bread and butter run trap sell crack nigga spread your hustle uhh pockets fatter than oprah winfrey gucci mane i m the baller of the fuckin century uhh iced out like babe an them i can sell mo records than shade an them uhh gucci mane youse a cocky fella i make it rain so you better get cha umba rella uhh and my watch is on another level clusters of diamonds and they brush together uhh why you talkin so much shit yo bitch cause i m so rich okay somethin white like michael jackson bust the shit out the rubber then i start to trappin gucci mane got the lone ticket run stack for the midget nigga fuck with me uhh shawty say he short a couple stacks the diamond chain on my neck is doin jumpin jacks uhh yo money short like spud webb bend down nigga broke nigga need help uhh my money tall like dikembe gucci mane i make a friday out of wednesday uhh more dope than cvs still makin moves thuggin with s y s uhh all my shows better be whippin up j s keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up uhh and me and cad in a hum vee yellow diamonds got me lookin like a bumblebee uhh  gucci got a plug for the square face got them quarter ki s i call em chicken wangs got the gangster peas i call em collard greens we got them ex pills we call em skitters mane gucci on the grind catch me at the spot got some cocaine jumpin out the damn pot get some cool water it s too damn hot all i want for christmas is the dopeman knot hustle harder be smarter we gon eat when i bring it out the water 36 o s for the 17 five for the drive 17 51