Pari - Intellectual

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Garçon

[?]

Monsieur, you have a [?]

Mon frère, hah

Guwop, Guwop, haha, heh

En Paris, turn up

This a Nitti beat

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Bichon Frisé, I'll suck your teeth

I don't want ya no more, freak

Bitch, I'd rather beat my meat

Be with me than be with we

I'm a dog off the chain

Bitch, I'm really off the leash

Orange Ferrari, trick or treat

We in France but I'm not French

Bitch, I dance around these diamonds

Dancin', dancin' with the stars

Codeine, molly and three Xan bars

I can't even parallel park

Bon appétit, we have to eat

Don't take no pic, me and my freak

You hear capeesh then say capeesh, I got a fleet

They can't compete, Guwop is street

Pepé Le Pew, kissing on her romp

Show my Rollie, burr

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Pardon me, mister, do you have some that Grey Poupon?

Me and my driver smokin' chronic, this nigga son, we keep two guns

Live in Paris at a fashion show

Tell PETA get fuck away from me

Got a full-on mink and rankin' reefer

White folks keep on chasing me

Queen Elizabeth, I'm in Great Br-Br-Br-Br-Br-Br—, burr

Just got back from burr-burr Russia, I'm a rich ass motherfucker

Queen Elizabeth, I just came back from Great Br-Br-Br-Britain

Homeboy Gucci overstand, I talk way more than English, man

[Verse 2: Lil Flash]

My personal driver smoke all by himself

He cannot pass his blunts for nothin'

The Swisher Sweet is double-stuffed just like the coupe

We dumped the fuckin' guts

He can't rock no Bur-Burberry, white man with him, no Jim Carrey

He is in love with that white girl, Queen Elizabeth, he marry

Just came back from Chiraq, out there it be cold like brr, brr, brr

I'm geeked up, I'm a super nerd, you cross me, you'll be in the dirt

In Paris, stay away from me, got big bread like a bakery

No, no, he ain't get no money here so this is not the place to be

In London smellin' just like Pepe, bitch, I think that I'm El Jefe

I'm a boss up in this B-B-Bentley, drinkin' muddy messy