Gucci Mane - Cuttin' Off Fingaz lyrics

[Intro] Geah [echoes], Gucci [echoes] Gucci Mane, LaFlare, yeah (A lot of n***az thought we couldn't have pulled it off Gucci) (But, guess what, we here, we sellin units) (We doin real big AND we eatin, the whole plate) The whole f**in plate man; ain't no cuts on this sh** man Ain't no middleman in this sh**, we want all the f**in money man We get all the money, independent where it's at man I'ma tell y'all independents like this If you want the blueprint to this sh**, watch Gucci Mane Gucci overdooz it, does it, the boy's perfect Neck piece flooded, it's color scattered and covered I'm worth nine hundred God damn I spent a hundred But that's rap money, when trappin that cash nothin I'm internet surfin, tourin grillin and turfin Speedboat racin, jet skiing and golfin Crazy color Jordans, same color the ballin b**h I bet up on it, I'm rich my dear regardless Shrimp scampi odor every time I flaunt chick Trap n***a conversate, with a Harvard smart b**h I'm young rich and heartless, put you on a carton Cartoon j**elry customized by my artist Six months locked, got a head start b**h I was n***a rich befo' I ever got a rap check Yellow Corvette same color Moet Paid twenty grand just to get every stone set [Chorus] Big black hollow tips that's what the sig spit Hataz try me they'll get shot in the kidneys (blaow) Dislodge bullets real fast what a chop' do (blaow) I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a glock like a cop do We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers Trappin at night man, it might get dangerous But I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin off fangaz I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin off fangaz! I'm sh**tin on these rappers like I'm wearin a Pamper I'm sittin on five hundred cause I got it together n***az never try n***az that set examples I'ma eat a shawty sunnyside or the scramble The port of Miami, to the streets of my 'lanta The pinkie with the light stone match your encounter I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, they call me Gucci Montana I'm Boston, Georgia, Florida, Macon, Tampa and 'Bama My Mississipi n***az feel me harder than Banner Haters see my video they switchin the channel Gucci got pieces, shawty go get'cha camera And Gucci time is money b**h, so go get it faster Cause I could give a damn about your father's a pastor Because I smoke your father then yo' a** is a ba*tard Gucci smokin weed, so you know he's a hazard Money's on my mind, b**hes don't really matter [Chorus] My money so big it can't fit in my matress Devil bought the actress cause I signed with Atlantic One fifty cursin while trappin in Spanish Forty in my pocket turn yo' head to some Manwich Boss of your boss man, I push the Porsches My million dollar chain got me feelin important Jumped off early and copped me a fort Major moves with money like the (King of New York) Gucci go and get it while them hoes get abortions sh**tin on a b**h, take a piss on they Jordans Rappers want promotion, Gucci Mane want the package The scale in the bag, b**h pay me on the back end Hamiltons and Washingtons, Franklins and Jacksons Trapper never trip, I just added the fractions New b**h waggin, brand new mansion And everything designer from my jeans to my gla**es [Chorus]