[Intro]
Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
Big Cat, LaFlare (Big Cat, LaFlare)
Let's get it (Let's get it)
[Chorus]
Half a brick in a Pyrex pot (Pot)
Tryna make me a dope boy knot (Knot)
Two pounds of the light green mid (Mid)
Junkie never seen a nick' so big (So big)
I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Uh, I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti, I'm the Dapper Don
Uh, hundred G's in my Gucci bag
So if you look at me wrong, I'ma do your ass
Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter
Run trap, sell crack, nigga, spread your hustle
Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey
Gucci Mane, I'm the baller of the fuckin' century
Uh, iced out like Babe and them
I can sell more records than Shade and them
Uh, Gucci Mane, you's a cocky fella
I make it rain, so you better get your umbarella
Uh, and my watch is on another level
Clusters of diamonds and they brush together
Uh, why you talk so much shit?
Uh, your bitch 'cause I'm so rich
[Chorus]
Half a brick in a Pyrex pot (Pot)
Tryna make me a dope boy knot (Knot)
Two pounds of the light green mid (Mid)
Junkie never seen a nick' so big (So big)
I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Cocaine soft and white like Michael Jackson
Bust the shit out the rubber, then I start to trappin'
Gucci Mane got the lone ticket
Run stack for the midget, nigga, fuck with me, uh
Shawty say he short a couple stacks
The diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh
Your money short like Spud Webb
Man down, nigga broke, nigga need help, uh
My money tall like Dikembe
Gucci Mane, I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh
More dope than CVS
Still makin' moves, thuggin' with SYS, uh
All my shows better be whippin' up
J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh
And me and Cad in a Humvee
Yellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh
[Chorus]
Half a brick in a Pyrex pot (Pot)
Tryna make me a dope boy knot (Knot)
Two pounds of the light green mid (Mid)
Junkie never seen a nick' so big (So big)
I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)
[Verse 3]
Gucci got a plug for the square face
Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wings
Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens
We got them X pills, we call 'em Skittles, man
Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot
Got some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot
Pour some cool water, it's too damn hot
All I want for Christmas is the dope man knot
Hustle harder, be smarter
We gon' eat when I bring it out the water
Thirty-six O's for the seventeen
Five for the drive, seventeen-five