20 G's to Speak

[Verse] I'm serving Coca-Cola, meeting my quota It's heavy with the yola, or heavy with the soda My momma screaming "Gucci, Gucci, Gucci what you doin'?" "Look I ain't doin nothin; I'm cooking up them chickens Momma, rent due Monday" Thousand pounds of Bubba kush, it's coming in Sunday Bentley coupe on Davin's getting washed by a junkie Quarter for the Bart, then a ticket for the munchie I still fuck around, still getting to the money They call me "Gucci Mane", and they say I sound funny Besides the colored karats, bitch, ain't nothin' funny Asphalt colored Aston Martin on Asantis A stripper bitch that look TWICE better than Beyoncé Yo' auntie want a gram, and yo' uncle want a "four way" I ain't even front her, 'cause she never want to pay me Meet me on Flatshoals, nigga, at the "four way" Meet me in Bouldercrest, nigga, on the "five way" Smell the Bubba Kush when you pull in the driveway Gucci Mane LaFlare, coming in, on the highway Fifteen-hundred, mid-grade, next Friday Gucci Mane LaFlare, everyday is a Friday (Huh) It's Gucci Mane, yeaaah! Gucci Mane LaFlare, you know, I'm so player I throw the money up, you know, I don't care They call me, [?] Breese, 'cause I use to have the dirty birds Now they call me, Jim [?], now I got more dirty birds 2-21s, the, the, the James Worthy Got more hawks than a damn Hawks jersey 33, the Scottie Pippen got them niggas nervous Sunday, we serving bricks while they in service Got washing powder and fleece, you know detergent Got t-shirts, they clean, they ain't dirty Gucci Mane LaFlare, you know they want to shop with the- Kid with the sixteen-five, the real blocks No re-rock, that boy ain't shell shocked The boy so hot, man he ain't luke warm He got your whole damn budget on his arm It's ten damn thousand to see him perform It's twenty-thousand dollars just to see him live Add twelve-five for the goddamn drive It's Gucci Mane LaFlare, I don't goddamn drive Just charge eight-five, man, I'm goin' fly I riding from the club, so DUI Me, DC, and OJ, and we so fly It's me, you, me, oh, I say "I" It's, I, him, "Gucci Mane, why you lie?" It's that matte? Who did that last year? Forty grand, Floyd customized my ears Sixty grand, Floyd make me shit on my peers Got six pack of Corona, the beer It's like the G-U, C-C-I, M-A-N-E, fly Seven days a week Twenty g's to speak Ten g's for half Nineteen for wholes I get my promotion straight out the bowl