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anyway
Playin’ around with my awards
Gucci Mane is a cool dude
But a nigga might turn into a werewolf
Got a stash box and it’s all hundreds
And your
What’s Gucci my nigga?
What’s Louis my killa?

I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my
Geah (echoes), Gucci (echoes)
Gucci Mane, LaFlare, yeah
(A lot of niggaz thought we couldn't have pulled it off Gucci)
(But, guess what, we here,
you tuti-fruit, you through
I'm an animal, a cannibal, they say I'm on the loose
Animal, a cannibal, they say I'm on the loose
Gucci Mane La Flare,
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
anyway
Playin’ around with my awards
Gucci Mane is a cool dude
But a nigga might turn into a werewolf
Got a stash box and it’s all hundreds
And your
people think I’m crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ? 
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ? 
Millions
[Chorus]
I'm so motherfuckin' turned up right now (volume)
Someone please turn Gucci mane down (volume)
Bricksquad thugged out we don't give
brick (Aye!)
Quarter pound, half a pound
Whole pound (Okay!)
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major
Weight
JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
brick (Aye!)
Quarter pound, half a pound
Whole pound (Okay!)
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major
Weight
JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
brother
Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors

[Busta Rhymes]
Money! Drop dead on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the door
Pass me all the cash in
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
Um actin like a tiger
20 bails and show yo nigga 850 an hour
Gucci mane and willie kid you silly bitch
Da stupidest
Critics try to rate dis shit
try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'

I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk
Flocka straight

I be Hulk Hogan flexin'
Macho Man flexin'
Juice mane, Gucci Mane, Flocka Flame flexin'
Frenchie copped another watch
And Wooh just
I stashed a 100 mill,
Off in my stash house,
I'm in my stash house,
I'm in my stash house,
I'm in my stash house,
Gucci mane in his stash house.

Burn
me

They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
the kitchen cookin chicken tryin to pay my rent

Shawty rap about gucci stay strapped with a uzi
Murder 1 platinum eatin justice by Tuesday
It's gucci mane
niggas I'm gonna be somethin' serious

Gotti here go twelve bars
Gucci Mane got nine cars
We don't call 'em dimes no more
'09 we call 'em five stars
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high
And the mane on his fore top was fine as silk thread
I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain
purse
Kicked in the do', shot him in his head, took his cheese and left him murked
I'm that Bitch!

[Chorus]

They say that I'm a cut throat, Gucci
brother
Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors

[Busta Rhymes]
Money! Drop dead on the floor
Nigga, pass the keys to the door
Pass me all the cash in
Gucci Mane in the buildng (Gucci Gucci)
Laflare entertainment (Laflare)
Zaytoven on the track (Zay Tiggy)
That nigga Dest in the buildin (that boy
Um actin' like a tiger
20 bails and show yo nigga 850 an hour
Gucci mane and willie kid you silly bitch
Da stupidest
Critics try to rate dis shit
drop dead.
In the drop head,
All we do is bop heads.
To the side,
Like busta in the Pepsi add.
With my Columbiana mamma,
Yep she bad. (she bad)