[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Young Gucci Mane, Aim off in the building

Young Gucci Mane, Aim off in the building

[Verse 1: Dat Boy Aim]

I got a fresh pair of J's, even got the socks ho

Ma used to ask boy what you keep the box for?

Ain't none' Ma, just a lil stash

She ain't really know her baby boy gettin' cash

Step out on the block, you know how the song go

Pocket full of stones, hood ain't never hot though

Got fifty pounds of dro, all in my stash spot

Hoes get my number mane, swear they hit the jackpot

She just wanna ride with the fly boy mascot

Knot so big it can't even fit my pants pocket

Uh, I'm just a superstar on the block

With twenty-five thousand dollars worth of profit in my shoe box

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Fifty pounds of dro, every day is a Friday

Pull up to my house, you can smell it from the driveway

Smokin' on this gangster, them niggas call it 2Pac

Twenty-thousand dollars worth of profit in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

Twenty-thousand dollars worth of profit in my shoebox

[Verse 2: Dat Boy Aim]

I'm up early doin' mathematics

Twenty-five shoeboxs off in the attic

No bank account, no trace to the boss

Got enough supply to bring Kobe to the Hawks, uh

And it's all independent money

Hugh Heffner, keep a bunch of pretty bunnies

Yeah, the money still flowing in

I cop shoes for a box just to throw it in

Good soda, stay poured up

Gucci on it so you know it's gon' blow up

Beat so hard I ain't have to show up

Give them J's a lil bit, then they want some more, what

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Fifty pounds of dro, every day is a Friday

Pull up to my house, you can smell it from the driveway

Smokin' on this gangster, them niggas call it 2Pac

Twenty-thousand dollars worth of profit in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

Twenty-thousand dollars worth of profit in my shoebox

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

Fifty pounds of dro, every day is a Friday

Pull up to my house, you can smell it from the driveway

Smokin' on this gas 'til them niggas call it 2Pac

Twenty-thousand dollars worth of profit in my shoebox

What you lookin' at, keep a pound in the console

All a nigga do rap, smoke dro, and fuck hoes

Young Gucci Mane, Aim off in the building

Niggas throwin' hate then we kidnapping children

Niggas couldn't get me to sign for a million

I don't really rap, I just speak on how I'm living

Got so much money I could give myself a contract

Blow so much smoke, I could give the world a contact

Streetwise, mafia ties, we wise guys

Despised by these rich ass niggas that's tellin' lies

Steady doin' shoes but they ain't gettin' money though

What you lookin' at, a young nigga smokin' plenty dro

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Fifty pounds of dro, every day is a Friday

Pull up to my house, you can smell it from the driveway

Smokin' on this gangster, them niggas call it 2Pac

Twenty-thousand dollars worth of profit in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

Twenty-thousand dollars worth of profit in my shoebox

Fifty pounds of dro, every day is a Friday

Pull up to my house, you can smell it from the driveway

Smokin' on this gangster, them niggas call it 2Pac

Twenty-thousand dollars worth of profit in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

In my shoebox, in my, in my shoebox

Twenty-thousand dollars worth of profit in my shoebox