[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more

There's a big fat police man at my door door door

Grab me by the collar

Got me for my dollars

I don't want to go to mexico no more more more

No more more more

I don't wan- I dont wan- go no more more more

Got me for my dollars

Stuff 'em in the wallet

I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

She don't wanna go to mexico

But bitch you finna go though!

Taken doe does

Me and Mojo

Rockin purple label Polo!

Cookin dope in my pajamas

Premadana for a baby mama

Marijuana come from Tijuana

Trappin on the corner

Creppin on the counter

Run up on me yous a goner

I'm a loner

Turn them niggas to a fuck it you don't know them

All my migos drink coronas

And my goons, they like piranhas

Since you got some big cohonas

I'ma mail 'em to yo mama

[?] catchin planes in Oklahoma

If you had came her 2 days sooner

Then I could fulfill your order

She don't wan go back to Mexico

The feds are at the border

She's a snorter, Mr.porter

I got bricks taped to yo daughter! Gucci!!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more

There's a big fat police man at my door door door

Grab me by the collar, (collar)

Got me for my dollars

I don't want to go to mexico no more more more(TELL 'EM!)

No more more more(TELL 'EM)

I don't wan- I dont wan- go no more more more

Got me for my dollars(dollars)

Stuff 'em in the wallet

I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Told my migo, capasa

I will see you on minyata

When I met him, at the doca

He had work, I had choppas

I make bands with my patnas

To many old school, it's prada

And I keep on killin' pussy

So I ride around with doctors

And I can't do this no more! (no more!)

Going to the store(Uh)

I re-up and run out

Make a hunnid bands or more

I got vallyy on my toes, Vally on my toes

Stack my money up so high, I got them standing on their toes

Stackin money I fuck hoes

I don't wash clothes, I get new ones

Chains on, talkin' bout 2 of 'em, But today?

I'm wearin a few of 'em

Use to trappin at that texico

My plug, is from Mexico

My girl is professional

I love to trap

X and O's

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more

There's a big fat police man at my door door door

Grab me by the collar

Got me for my dollars

I don't want to go to mexico no more more more

No more more more

I don't wan- I dont wan- go no more more more

Got me for my dollars

Stuff 'em in the wallet

I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more