Hi-Five

I put eight mill in my crib to inspire ya When you worth like twenty mill the kids admire ya When your rap sheet look like mine they won't hire ya But when you sign yourself like I did they can't fire ya You want your club so loud then put me on the flier (Its gucci) I'm on fire like Richard Pryor my price gettin' higher How you gon' take my title drivin' a car without a title I'm whippin' through rush hour Charlotte traffic in a spyder Slide up on ya bitch like a racecar driver Dive off in that pussy like a deep sea diver Niggas from my hood know me from cheap cheap powder But niggas on your block say you'se a real weak coward High five, low five I left them niggas hangin' they get no five Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides High five, low five I left them bitches hanging they get no five Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives Come go to Gucci World 'cause I got nine rides Fuck yo jam of the week I gput grams on the street So much money gave Metro a hundred grand for the beat So much ice around my bezel you can't see, the Patek I'm Felipe, in Felipe's With a freak, she petite From the beach, to the street From the street to the suite Put my bone in her mouth told her bon appétit I done sold so many keys they should deport me to Belize 'Cause I'm shining on these niggas like a desert with no trees From the hat on my head to the shoes on my feet Every garment on my body it come from overseas In them 'partments I was raised I sold like 50,000 P's You want Gucci on your song, that's at least a hundred G's High five, low five I left them niggas hangin' they get no five Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides High five, low five I left them bitches hanging they get no five Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives Come go to Gucci World 'cause I got nine rides