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Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane) Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat, Laflare) Let's get it (let's get it) Half a brick in a pyrex pot Trying to make me a dope boy knot Two pounds and I'm like real big Stacking double see the nigga so big I got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up Got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up [3X] Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag So if you look at me wrong I'ma do yo' ass Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter Run trap, sell crack, nigga spread your hustle Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey Gucci Mane I'm the baller of the fucking century Uh, iced out like Babe an' them I can sell mo' records than Shade an' them Uh, Gucci Mane you're a cocky fella I make it rain so you better get you umbrella Uh, and my watch is on another level Clusters of diamonds and they bunched together Uh, why you talking so much shit? Yo bitch, cause I'm so rich Half a brick in a pyrex pot Trying to make me a dope boy knot Two pounds and I'm like real big Stacking double see the nigga so big I got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up Got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up [3X] 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, uh Shawty say he short a couple stacks The diamond chain on my neck is doing jumping jacks, uh Yo' money short like Spud Webb Bend down nigga broke nigga need help, uh My money talking like Dikembe Gucci Mane I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh Mo dough than CVS Still making moves, thuggin with S-Y-S, uh All my shows better be whippin up J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh And me and Cad in a Hum-Vee Yellow diamonds got me lookin like a bumblebee, uh Half a brick in a pyrex pot Trying to make me a dope boy knot Two pounds and I'm like real big Stacking double see the nigga so big I got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up Got to get it, got to get it, got to run my money up [3X] 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 mayne Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot Got some cocaine jumping 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 gonna eat when I bring it out the water 36 O's, for the 17 Five for the drive, 17-5
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