Gucci Mane - Payday lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Produce by Drumma, featuring The Game Drumsquad DJ's in the bulidin' with me, I'm rockin' with you 1017 Drumsqaud DJ, you know how we rockin' [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] They say kush is my cologne I say, "Is it me"? I'm easier to smell Than I am to see Them Rolex on my wrist cost 'bout ten bricks at least I stole your b**h right under you, cause I'mma beast Diamond's on my knuckles, Gucci on my buckle If you want some trouble we can do the f**in' Royal Rumble I'm on now, it's in k**a You wanna win, bet a real with a real n***a I'm trapped out, she coked out Fifty bags of gas, room smoked out I double back, then change routes Call back he need a 9 and a half a pound It's Gucci [Hook: Gucci Mane] (x2) Everybody wasted, like it's payday The whole world faded, like it's payday Bottles poppin' crazy, like it's your birthday We smokin' chronic crazy, like Dr. Dre day [Verse 2: Game] n***a I'm a motherf**in' k**a Used to run with a pack of motherf**in' gorillas I'm about my scrilla, I'm about my gang S double O - W - double O n***a we insane Talkin' to me bout Gucci, n***a lost his f**in' brain Automatic, we tune his a** up like T-Pain n***a we ain't entertainers, we nothin' like Rambo Pull up in them Lambos, and hop out with them bangers n***a I be makin' bangers, my plaques they be platinum My rims they be platinum, so them b**hes know what's happinin' When Gucci get to rappin' all them haters be quiet Flocka start shakin' his dreads n***as start a riot Black wall Bricksquad, Chrome four fifth squad Phantom got diarrhea I can't stop sh**tin' on 'em Sittin' on them sixers, like Doc in his hayday Rollin' up them swishers, cause n***a it's, n***a it's payday [Hook] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Stoned, they wasted They can't feel they face, gotta take it It's so hard to shake how I bake it Cook cakes like the chef in the bakery I'm just tryin' to make it through makin' I got a sweet jug in actin' I got a coke connect he a Haitian I had a weedman, but he a has been I gotta smoke the gas 'til the a** end They wanna jack me, but that's a dead end This AR-15 will make your headspin (two times) I'll even drop the top like Janet Jackson (two crimes) [Hook]