[Hook: Gucci Mane]
She call my phone talkin' 'bout I'm f**ing off, but she pro'ly the one that's f**ing off
Don't call my phone talkin' 'bout I'm f**ing off, when you the one that's pro'ly f**ing off
She call me talkin' 'bout I'm f**ing off, but she the one that's pro'ly f**ing off
Don't call my phone talkin' 'bout I'm f**ing off, cause you the one that's pro'ly f**ing off
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
At K.O.D., 50 I'm f**ing off
It's me, Birdman, Weezy, Scooter and Ross
Now my girl said that I can't come to the house, she let me in but made me sleep straight on the couch
Man I stay outta town, man I go in and out
Yo' friends they stay in our business, they need to hush, I'm out
Bank account pregnant again, we need a bigger house
I'm making euros I might put 'em in a Swiss account
[Verse 2: Young Greatness]
My girl still trippin', I said, "What's wrong wit' you?"
I told her I'm wit' Gucci tryna bus'-a-move
She think I'm here wit' Nicki, I say, "Girl you lyin'"
Cause I just got my potatoes and them chickens frying
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Figg Panamera]
I know that you f**ing off, girl I know you messy
You got on that rachet sh** cause you gettin' dressy
Dressed up for nothin' cause you hit my phone
All yo' partners rachet, all of them give dome
All of them be smokin', all of them be ridin'
All of them be doin' trains, you know they be collidin'
Me and my n***a smokin' in the back of the valley slidin'
So I seen another b**h, and I told her, "Let's ride"
Damn she don't got no weed, she don't got no fit on tight, and she ain't got her weave
She don't understand this boy right here be 'bout his steez
So I told her hit them streets, then she understood me
[Hook]