[Intro/Chorus: Wyclef Jean] I'm a thuuuuuuuug Even though I wanna change my life and get it right To the judge, I'm always gon' be a thuuug Like O-Dog, "Menace II Society" They wanna see me undergrooooound But I just bought a plane, hey, hey Sky is the limit now; my jet just took off the ground now And ain't nobody gon' stop my destiny, destiny, no no no Ladies night - pop a bottle now Cause the wear just came off now From doin time in the penitentiaryyyy, yeah And if you come from the ghetto and you feel like a champion Let me see you put your hands up (put your hands up) Put your hands up (put your hands up) Put your hands up (put your hands up) Put your hands up (put your hands up) [Gucci Mane] {?} beatin on my chick {?} Feelin hipper than a hippie in a tye-dye shirt Gucci Mane motherf**er and the earth my turf Ice cold, buzz hotter than July 1st Oooh, this the type of tune make a dime choose He make it rain then I can make it monsoon I buy a b**h out her contract, dumb stacks s**ers sleepin on me Zantax, I'm deadly I'm talkin Anthrax, the other side of the tracks You know the Amtrak; multi-millionaire still rockin amulets I was turnt up to the mess but now I'm past that But now I'm past that I move stealth, I'm gettin jealous of myself Me and Wyclef and the swagger's SoSoDef Smoke pounds of that 'dro 'dro from out West And I ain't made at no one cause I'm oh so blessed It's Gucci [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] Tired of all these late nights, smoked out sh** Ain't no mo' leavin the club three or fo' bad chicks I ain't goin to the lot, coppin no mo' whips I ain't drinkin, all the pills, I'm all done, I quit PSYYYYYYCH! I'm poppin wheelies with a dime on the bike My baby right, she whispered in my ear tonight is the night I'm higher than a kite, bright ice, in need of a light Pilot lighter light it homey as I lean to my stripe Ye ain't freshest out here, ye ain't ballin like me Baby talk can't comprehend, talkin foreign to more Purple label, Polo, Revlon on me I'm the big homey, you a big phony (well damn!) Makin movies in the V.I.P. I need a Tony Gucci Mane Tarantino with the tenderonis Pour 80 bottles in her face, now she dancin on me She know she dancin with a star them diamonds dancin on me It's Gucci [Chorus] [Outro] It's Gucci