[Verse]

I'm serving Coca-Cola, meeting my quota

It's heavy with the yola, or heavy with the soda

My momma screaming "Gucci, Gucci, Gucci what you doin'?"

"Look I ain't doin nothin; I'm cooking up them chickens

Momma, rent due Monday"

Thousand pounds of Bubba kush, it's coming in Sunday

Bentley coupe on Davin's getting washed by a junkie

Quarter for the Bart, then a ticket for the munchie

I still fuck around, still getting to the money

They call me "Gucci Mane", and they say I sound funny

Besides the colored karats, bitch, ain't nothin' funny

Asphalt colored Aston Martin on Asantis

A stripper bitch that look TWICE better than Beyoncé

Yo' auntie want a gram, and yo' uncle want a "four way"

I ain't even front her, 'cause she never want to pay me

Meet me on Flatshoals, nigga, at the "four way"

Meet me in Bouldercrest, nigga, on the "five way"

Smell the Bubba Kush when you pull in the driveway

Gucci Mane LaFlare, coming in, on the highway

Fifteen-hundred, mid-grade, next Friday

Gucci Mane LaFlare, everyday is a Friday (Huh)

It's Gucci Mane, yeaaah!

Gucci Mane LaFlare, you know, I'm so player

I throw the money up, you know, I don't care

They call me, [?] Breese, 'cause I use to have the dirty birds

Now they call me, Jim [?], now I got more dirty birds

2-21s, the, the, the James Worthy

Got more hawks than a damn Hawks jersey

33, the Scottie Pippen got them niggas nervous

Sunday, we serving bricks while they in service

Got washing powder and fleece, you know detergent

Got t-shirts, they clean, they ain't dirty

Gucci Mane LaFlare, you know they want to shop with the-

Kid with the sixteen-five, the real blocks

No re-rock, that boy ain't shell shocked

The boy so hot, man he ain't luke warm

He got your whole damn budget on his arm

It's ten damn thousand to see him perform

It's twenty-thousand dollars just to see him live

Add twelve-five for the goddamn drive

It's Gucci Mane LaFlare, I don't goddamn drive

Just charge eight-five, man, I'm goin' fly

I riding from the club, so DUI

Me, DC, and OJ, and we so fly

It's me, you, me, oh, I say "I"

It's, I, him, "Gucci Mane, Why you lie?"

It's that matte? Who did that last year

Forty grand, Floyd customized my ears

Sixty grand, Floyd make me shit on my peers

Got six pack of Corona, the beer

It's like the G-U, C-C-I, M-A-N-E, fly

Seven days a week

Twenty g's to speak

Ten g's for half

Nineteen for wholes

I get my promotion straight out the bowl