[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
In a two, then it's move, jewerly and interviews
Earrings, outfits, new whips and tennis shoes
[?], manicure with the hairdo
08 baby but I'm old enough to marry her
Iced out dog same size a cocker spaniel
Woke up this morning in a mansion
Chummed up with a bad bitch started laughing
Started ballin' [?] like it's my last day
But I don't think so, gotta start blastin'
Cars real clean but the whip game nasty
Ugly ass nigga but I pulled up in a Phantom
Might be ugly but my car is real handsome
It's Gucci
[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
12.5 for a half, 24 for a whole
Nigga this the trap season, everybody work the the stove
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Country nigga get taxed and flexed for his sack
I'm laughin' at him 'cause he can't get it back
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up, up
[Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh]
Trap beatin', junkies kickin', plus a couple niggas owin' me
Junkie can't hit the fence to come and test the dope for me
Got a couple bags they stashed [?] grocery
Good dope come in this week well shit hopefully
Can't ask a nigga cause I ain't down with that front shit
But I'm ready to eat like school time when lunch is
Got rock solid yeah I don't fuck with that crunch shit
Shawty whip the 62 and two and one one six
Got off white bricks, he might cop six
On the way home he on the phone like "dang, nigga"
Hard time trappin' ass nigga just got tricked
Laughin' at them lame niggas ha ha ha, bitch
[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
12.5 for a half, 24 for a whole
Nigga this the trap season, everybody work the the stove
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Country nigga get taxed and flexed for his sack
I'm laughin' at him 'cause he can't get it back
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up, up
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Who is this, who is this, the boy you sold that dummy brick
Flex me for 120 "Gucci can you give me something back?" (No)
I ain't givin' nothin back, boy, that lil money spent
Go on I done fucked it up, you couldn't get 100 dubs
Matter of fact don’t call my phone
'Cause you just shit out of luck
If you leave the gas flame you couldn't get 100 [?]
Gucci Mane La Flare finna beefin' with 100 [?]
Fuck niggas actin' like they hardly get card pulled
Tied to a motor then tossed into lake Laneer
Swimmin' with them fishes pull him up you'll be a souvenir
Country nigga comin' up by 20 with a bag of money
Devil on my shoulder and he telling me to take it from ya
[Chorus: Bankroll Fresh]
12.5 for a half, 24 for a whole
Nigga this the trap season, everybody work the the stove
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Country nigga get taxed and flexed for his sack
I'm laughin' at him 'cause he can't get it back
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up
Gotta get it up, up, gotta get it up, up, up
