[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Gucci, Meek Millie
From ATL to Philly n***a
Real recognize real
Yeah we hood rich
Trap God turn us up
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money gettin n***a
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call up my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard y'all n***as ballin
Then why the f** you take a loan for?
Better get the f** out East Atlanta
You n***as know you don't belong here
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
All my n***as smoking strong here
We don't talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of cliques don't get along here
Brick Squad my n***a, we rock our own gear
I'm on the gra** sittin on the lawn chair
I hope that you don't read me wrong
But if I go pull out that tone there
I bet that you don't make it home
I'm in the traphouse with my Long Johns
And I been trapping all day long
They call me Baking Soda Armstrong
Before it dry, that sh** be gone
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money gettin n***a
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call up my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard y'all n***as ballin
Then why the f** you take a loan for?
You'd better stay up outta Philly, n***a
You know you pussies don't belong here
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Rose go on my bottle six
Half a mill on foreign whip
I'm in it well with a foreign b**h
I'm on a bright strap and she on this dick
Just bow there you lame
You diamonds look strange
I'm grinding like Wayne, when he on that skateboard I'm sayin'
n***a you new girl's my old b**h
My old b**h your new girl
Young low rich Philly n***a
Them hoes tell me I'm toothed up
I don't need to f** one on one
Cause when I come I need two girls
That down to f** like all night
Give them b**hes that hard pipe
Ridin with a hoe named Keyshia
And we smoking on Keyshia
Young n***a fresh like Easter
Blood dripping on my sneakers
Straight drop, I stick that
I celebrate, I get back
That Molly look like a Tic-Tac
And I tell that hoe that I get that like oh
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money gettin n***a
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And aks him what he put me on for
I heard ya'll n***as ballin
Then why the f** you take a loan for?
Better get the f** out East Atlanta
You n***as know you don't belong here
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I drop a bag on your head n***a
And then locate your a** like onstar
I ain't had to buy sh** n***a
My n***a Waka got his own car
You on my dick like you a b**h n***a
Why'on't you go and quote your own bars?
And I don't wanna go back to jail n***a
But you gonna make me catch one more charge
I can look and tell you frail n***a
But you keep on tryin to look hard
Your friends keep aksing what's the smell n***a
That's your motherf**ing homeboys
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money gettin n***a
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And aks him what he put me on for
I heard ya'll n***as ballin
Then why the f** you take a loan for?
Better get the f** out East Atlanta
You n***as know you don't belong here