| Way sick, no antidote |
| Earring same size as cantaloupes |
| They glow with my homeboy and low |
| Goddamn, little shorty got a camel toe |
| Hands on like a iPhone or a laptop or a iPad |
| So I make money like a ballplayer |
| So my pockets look like thigh pads |
| I’m the man, got the car with the trunk in the rear |
| Five mil a year, that’s Gucci |
| Smoke a blunt, pop a pill |
| Snort a line, who cares |
| Get the popcorn out, it’s a movie |
| Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot |
| Got a big old watch on my time clock |
| Push the button and my top drop |
| And I ain’t even have to go to no chop shop |
| You niggas think the same, I think the opposite |
| Put my trunk in the front, that’s the opposite |
| All red guts, but the paint is chocolate |
| Steering wheel on the side, that’s the opposite |
| Gucci Mane, Southside, thinking opposite |
| Love stacking cabbage, but I’m smoking broccoli |
| You gonna pay her, eat the box, I’m the opposite |
| I’mma break her, cut her off, that’s the opposite |
| Money don’t make me, I make money |
| You niggas funny, I’m too real |
| Smoke big stank, got big bank |
| I’m heart-stopping, I’m hard to kill |
| Make a hundred million, God willing |
| Leave a hundred million to my little children |
| Got no ceiling and no feelings |
| I’m the truth, nigga, that’s what it is |
| Got two million on my ice bill |
| Rolling cause I’m on two pills |
| I’m throwing money like a windmill |
| I’m so cold, lowering the wind chill |
| In a Maserati on Candler Road |
| Me and Mojo, and I’m blowing dro |
| Is you filthy rich? I might be |
| Is you best at it? I think so |
| You niggas think the same, I think the opposite |
| Put my trunk in the front, that’s the opposite |
| All red guts, but the paint is chocolate |
| Steering wheel on the side, that’s the opposite |
| Gucci Mane, Southside, thinking opposite |
| Love stacking cabbage, but I’m smoking broccoli |
| You gonna pay her, eat the box, I’m the opposite |
| I’mma break her, cut her off, that’s the opposite |
| I was locked up, no sunshine |
| Now I’m out and I’m balling too hard |
| Got two scrubs, no b-girl |
| My jewelry game is retard |
| Like a six-shot, I’m fully loaded |
| At Magic City, I’m getting loaded |
| Smoked so many blunts with your girlfriend |
| I thought that her head exploded |
| It’s ooh-wop in that new drop |
| Got four o’s in my soda pop |
| I’m so faded, I’m so wasted |
| I thought that I had dreadlocks |
| Make money at a fast pace |
| Don’t come out here cause it ain’t safe |
| Roll orange and I drink grape |
| I can’t feel my damn face |
| It’s Gucci! |
| You niggas think the same, I think the opposite |
| Put my trunk in the front, that’s the opposite |
| All red guts, but the paint is chocolate |
| Steering wheel on the side, that’s the opposite |
| Gucci Mane, Southside, thinking opposite |
| Love stacking cabbage, but I’m smoking broccoli |
| You gonna pay her, eat the box, I’m the opposite |
| I’mma break her, cut her off, that’s the opposite |
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