Ferrari Boyz

[Intro: DJ Holliday] Holiday Season! PYONG! Catch up! It's Gucci! [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm in the yellow thang on the expressway That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch road rage Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz You see the chain, So Icey Boyz I'm riding in a mansion but I don't think I'm fancy But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancing Once upon a time, a little while ago There was a nigga in a 'Rari with a pretty yellow ho Got my head held up cause I think I'm handsome But the media portraying me as Charles Manson And I could have bought a Phantom rode here four deeper But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow two-seater Gucci! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz You see the chain, So Icey Boyz Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz You see the chain, So Icey Boyz Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz You see the chain, So Icey Boyz Get out my lane, Ferrari Boyz You see the chain, So Icey Boyz [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Riding in the 'Rari same color as Bacardi She don't like me, shawty, man she like my car Damn near wanna fuck my chain, damn near wanna fuck my name I'mma bust every nigga in the click I claim Deep-dish rims and them offsets, mane That's how me and Gucci Mane claim Iced out, popping shit, drunk, switching lanes I rock bandana's like Santana's Screaming out "Who wants some Anna?" Made a million off my words, they in love with my Country Grammar That's the antenna, but your rapping careers got static in it I'm a walking meal ticket, just wait a minute Bank account got commas in it All black 'Rari know the llamas in it I hear em talking gangsta shit but I know they lame as hell One thing I ain't gon do Pussy nigga you scared of jail My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell Shit, my 'Rari cost about 230 bills.. [Outro: DJ Holliday] Brick Squad monopoly, that's my company Bitch I'm buying all the property..