Gucci Mane - Spread The Word lyrics

[Intro:] Lex Luger Lex Luger Is Gucci Burr Holiday Season All this money out here, Gotta get it Price so cheap Holiday Season, n***a [Verse 1:] When it's winter time I fly to where its summer time Spend a hundred grand at any given time of day So much cash on me you think I robbed an armored truck Smoking kush in front of twelve like we don't give a f** Want some trap sh** you came to the right place In a V state traffickin these cali grapes I'm a king I swear that I should play for Sacramento Put a hit on you, yo hoe, and all the folks you kin to Treat my cars just like my house, put curtains on my window So much codeine in the sprite, it look like Pepto-Bismol Miss me with all of that gossip and innuendo They say my diamond chain is ill they say that I'm a sicko Made a hundred thousand dollars standing at the citgo You bust it open you see crystals sparkling in the middle And I never stopped drinkin n***a 'cause I'm not a quitter And when I hit the club I hit it with a bunch of k**ers [Chorus:] My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy That trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man Gucci mane La Flare I got old money, (old money) And I'ma be a hustling' a** old man, old man This one dedicated to the dope boys Price so low I'm at a loss for words I know you n***as heard I got them Georgia birds 23.5 n***a spread the word Holiday Season n***a [Verse 2:] f** with me you know I got that Charlie Sheen Hundred pints of purple that's a lot of lean Got 2000 pounds of swag look like I cut the gra** He said the robbin crew gon snatch me but that made me laugh So many bank rolls in my ride this pockets bout to bust Walking trought the mall and smelling like a pound of kush I got thirty grand on me and a.40 Cal I'm in a Louie V store signing autographs My plug text me sayin he just came I text him back my n***a I'll be on my way I'm selling most sk**ed that's fine digger Got a four bedroom with like twelve kitchens And ain't no broke n***as coming to my house Got that white girl call her Amy Winehouse Old school 7 4 costs a town house Better bring 'em pounds before I bring the 9 out [Chorus:] My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy That trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man Gucci mane the flayer I got all money, all money And I'm a be a hustler as old man, old man This one dedicated to the dope boys Price so low I'm at a loss for words I know you n***a heard I got them joyner birds 20 25 n***a spread the word Holiday Season n***a My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy That trap boy then turned into a dope man