Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta talk my money conversatesVerse 1: Bitches think I got a money tree, I drown the bitch with money
Ferrari with them bumble bees, Four Giovanna sittin up under it"How many karats in that bracelet, baby?" I think about 200
Plus I hit the club with 50k lets keep that shit 100I got a couple houses several spouses in my pent house smoking ounces
Came up selling keys and ounce, half a pound watch golden brownMy pants sag grams weigh em down, usta catch the train and go downtown
Just to walk around and window shop now I shut the mall down in every townEvery time I hit the scene fresher then I wanna be cover of the magazines, back of the limousines
Stacks in my denim jeans, hoes gonna remember meFo' fifty eight ship to me from italy, six 12 sittin outside the facilities
911 Gucci's ice game killing meCame along way from drug dealing
Waking up rich is a great feelingCouple mill stashed for my grandchildren
Just hand counted me a coo' half millionUp on em, pull up on em, like a bird drop low and shit on em
Pissed em, spit on em, Tell them haters Gucci got rich on emHook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta talk my money conversatesVerse 2:Every city I make magic, I make money disappear
Cause its a tragedy how clear these diamonds blingin in my earIt's so many that wanna marry me, I'm married to the game
Cocaine put me in position, swagga brought me outta fameI need accountants to help me count it Rolls Royce I mount it
Corvette painted candy, drop the top that bitch is crowningHouses in Zone 6 All my niggas Hustlas, and robbers dont fuck with us
Niggaz better off fucking with Angel DustI'm racked up like a pool table Stay draped up in Purple Label
Drink purple drank, smoke purple weed, got a purple car and long paperEveryday thank the lord that I wake Everyday live it like its my last day
Shine so bright rock stupid ice More karats in my chain then a carrot cakeMoney shout he running out, I'm bustin out cant close the vault
Aint my fault its yo fault, nobody stay here this my money houseStash house stocked up try fuck shit get chopped up
I'm rocked, stay blocked up, aint locked up, but I'm gwapped upHook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, trym my troops you'll get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta talk my money conversatesGuy talks....Hook: Jacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of day
Cheifin on some sativa smell the reefa from a mile away
Pistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown away
Gucci Mane got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say
Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say [x3]
I aint even gotta talk my money conversates