[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci go hard, broke the norm, he stay super duper sharp
Body kit, Dodge Charge, hips just like Nicki Minaj
Drop my top on boulevards, I don't need an entourage
VVS's in my necklace, courtesy of Mr. Flloyd
I made bail and left the jail, but seen some guards in my new car
You see that car there got 2 Rs on it, I bought that shit for her
2003 I gotta eat, for 50 pounds I want it all
[?] with burglar bars, 2013 I'm a star
I'm like a nigga on a bitch, I wanna ball, I wanna ball
You can't give these hoes an inch, because they'll try to take a mile
I put a kilo on your head, my niggas won't even crack a smile
They'll smoke you like a Black n Mild and deed you to the crocodiles
It's Gucci!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something
Put a kilo on your head, your life is worth something
This Plane Jane, no diamonds, but it's worth something
I'm screaming money ain't a thing, cause she worth something
Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something
Put a bag on your head, now you're worth something
Shoes, bags, fuck a tag, cause she worth something
Your jewelry glass, look like trash, it ain't worth nothing
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Got VVS's in my necklace, I got plenty blessings
I sent the message, so much flexing that I broke a record
I'm in that LFA, that half a million dollar Lexus
Now everybody drinking lean, this shit getting worse than Texas
[?] got you thinking it's Compton [?]
2013 [?] still spending some valley dough
Cookie Monster [?]
Got on some Air Max, a wifebeater and Robins, yeah them my cooking clothes
A hundred thou, I perform in your house, I got a cooking show
I seen your spouse, put a thou in her blouse, but I'm not looking though
No doubt, I come straight from the south, but I'm good looking though
All trap boys went to trap school, but you played hooky though
It's Gucci!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something
Put a kilo on your head, your life is worth something
This Plane Jane, no diamonds, but it's worth something
I'm screaming money ain't a thing, cause she worth something
Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something
Put a bag on your head, now you're worth something
Shoes, bags, fuck a tag, cause she worth something
Your jewelry glass, look like trash, it ain't worth nothing
[Verse 3: Dr. Phil]
Quarter million ice around mey neck, bitch I'm worth something
All you gotta do is say my name and imma murk something
Bitch you know it's over when that black-on-black hearse come
Only tell you once, have my money 'fore the first come
Money over bitches, and it's family over everything
Drug money bought this ice like Rollie and this diamond chain
Dr. Phil, AKA double seal, like Prince got purple rain
And I up the price whenever I feel like, they buy by name
R.I.P. to Slim, since you left the streets ain't been the same
R.I.P. to Trill, man in fact you know I love you man
R.I.P. to OG Double D, you know Freebandz the gang
Free my nigga Scooter, Blacka Migo gang 1017
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something
Put a kilo on your head, your life is worth something
This Plane Jane, no diamonds, but it's worth something
I'm screaming money ain't a thing, cause she worth something
Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something
Put a bag on your head, now you're worth something
Shoes, bags, fuck a tag, cause she worth something
Your jewelry glass, look like trash, it ain't worth nothing