[Intro]

Homeboy

Turn me up

Guwop

Mike Will

EarDrummers

Turn up

[Verse 1]

Purple 'rari

Purple rim

Purple bad bitch with a purple tan

Orange frames, orange Lam'

Orange [?] and orange [?]

Red Charger, red Bentley

Bitch, I came up at the Red Room Inn [?]

Twenty hit the room

And the four just missed me

Weed so strong, you can't light no incense

Gucci Mane's a multi-multi

Hundred thousand dollars, rent me

My goons might dress up in bow ties

Always keep three killers with me

Gucci Mane don't back down, no guy

See your ass later, let a couple months go by

Whippin' up the dope, true story, my old life

Still got work like Drake, nigga, no lie

Room of house full with nothin' but smokers

In the kitchen, now I'm cooking up that coca

Used to get the dope right from my brother

My plug in the top bunk I'm right under

And you can't pull shit with a set, your Honor

Spikes in my cleats cause I'm a punter

Black shades on like Stevie Wonder

Cheetah print on cause life's a jungle

If you boys attempt to conquer

What I conquered, I'ma run you off the block

And hit your homie

Cause this clip here hold a hundred

Gun long as a gila monster

'90, was a Fila monster

And Gucci Mane gon' keep a strap

Showin up just like it's tee less summer

[Hook]

If you want some, come get some, baby, cause there's plenty mo', you can get some of this shit

If you want some, you can get some, baby, come getcha some, cause there's plenty mo' of this shit

If you want some, come get some, baby, cause you want some, yeah, get you some of this shit

If you want some, come get some, baby, cause there's plenty mo', you can get you some of this shit

If you want some, you can get some, baby, come get you some, cause there's plenty mo' of this shit

If you want some, come get some, baby, cause you want some, yeah, get some of this shit

If you want some, come get some, cause there plenty mo', got plenty mo' of this shit

Pl-Plenty mo', plenty mo' of this shit

Got plenty mo', got plenty mo' of this shit

[Verse 2]

I drop ashes, so careless

And these pants came from Paris

Your boyfriend's embarrassed

She felt the fabric, she married

I'm spending broccoli for carats

I'm in Versace, shoppin'

Niggas pocket-watchin', they starin'

And I'm a step up on fashion

Got these three months in advance

They feel the fabric I'm wearin'

These pants I got come from Paris

I make your man feel embarrassed

Don't speak in Frank, I'm in France

Black patent leather, your ancestors

I'm droppin' ashes on

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[Hook]