Gucci Mane - Hell Yeah (feat. Slim Dunkin) lyrics

A thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah) This that sh** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah) Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah) This that president bush sh** (hell yeah) Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah) This that sh** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah) Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah) This that president bush sh** (hell yeah) This that arm on my kush sh** My girlfriend think she president bush b**h Hell yeah, and I'm gon' off that lean sh** My brotha' duke keep on sendin' me that green sh** f** jail Gucci time, and I'm hoodrich I'm in that zone 6, and I throw it like the first pitch My yellow 'rarri, in the front and I parked it A black chick in some heels match the carpet I'm pullin' up to the club like I own it Ain't with that bullsh**, Gucci don't condone it My tolerance get low with the flexin' I woke up bought my main chick a Lexus A Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah) This that sh** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah) Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah) This that president bush sh** (hell yeah) Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah) This that sh** that get yo kids rich (hell yeah) Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah) This that president bush sh** (hell yeah) I be the bricksquad youngin' Stankin' like a funyan All these otha' rap n***as, toed like a bunyan I'm B-S and you B-S But I'm Brick Squad and you bullsh** Pistol like a chapporone We goin' on a school trip Places that you neva' seen Blowin on that stupid green Rollin on a stupid beam Hit the scene in limousine Codeine and promethazine Diamonds I'm my pinky ring n***a what the f** you mean Brick Squad dream team I got money to blow, naw I ain't drizzy Money make the world go round, that's why I'm dizzy Standin behind Gucci, Flock, the like who is it Slim Dunkin in this mothaf**a' Cut the chizzy Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah) This that sh** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah) Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah) This that president bush sh** (hell yeah) Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah) This that sh** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah) Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah) This that president bush sh** (hell yeah) It's big Gucci, excuse me while I ball Until my release, my n***a, no lights out Lights out, creep on in silence Why do I pull more violence When unviolent While my tattoos smilin' To remind me of the time they robbed me, with no problem Now my problems solved, and they revolvin' around all these continents And my company, stretch from here to Compton, to Bouldercrest ? That's something to those who have nothin' No bluffin' bricksqaud no cuffin' Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah) This that sh** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah) Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah) This that president bush sh** (hell yeah) Thousand bags of that mid sh** (hell yeah) This that sh** that get yo kidz rich (hell yeah) Hundred bags of that kush sh** (hell yeah) This that president bush sh** (hell yeah)