Jackie Chan

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Jackie Chan glasses, Rush Hour traffic Buffie the Body, the buffer the fattest Hitted the fool now he riding in the trunk Rumpin & Bumpin I might hit a bump A million a month is a lost to a boss Don’t pass me the blunt because I’m in a slump Biggin' and juggin', bitch what do you want I’m credit for dope til' the first of the month Smoking a blunt and my trunk in the front You like it or leave it, or leave it alone Slick with the stick and I’m cool with the chrome One hit of the bong and I leave it alone Lean and Patron, I know that it’s wrong I know that it’s wrong but I jugg on the phone The day that it came, the day that it gone Day to day business, cause dope with a tone Gucci and Ziggy, we back in the business My pockets my piggy, I’m back on my throne [Chorus: Gucci Mane] My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan [Verse 2: Quavo] Jackie Chan, diamond wrists, kicking like Liu Kang Bruce Wayne, Bentley coupe, karate chop my brain Alligator bally, Versace, Versace, Versace my ring The j’s they love the cocaine They sniffing the dope off my ring You know that I’m a magician The packs I get it and flip it This lean is killing my kidneys These birds are singing like Whitney [Verse 3: Takeoff] Call me Jackie, my diamonds kicking, I Came a long way from that midget To pullin' up in Honda Civics To dropping that top on my Bentley Them Rush Hour I'm gettin' them Benji I’m smoking on Jackie, my eyes is chinky My money is long like a slinky I fuck with a bitch look like Pinky I’m Jackie Chan in my city Where ever I go, I’m good, I can kick it [Chorus: Gucci Mane] My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan [Verse 4: Gucci Mane] My eyes look like Jackie Chan ‘cause I smoke that mary jane My eyes look so Asian, man, ‘cause I’m smoking that purple thing Gucci Mane got stupid Jordans My kick game on Jackie Chan Me, Chris Tucker, ride through Tucker Got pulled over, cause we’re two black brothers Chris Tucker stop laughin' man This shit here ain’t funny man Rush Hour traffic, smoking that cabbage Two diamond rings, they Jackie Chan Gucci got hands like Jackie Chan Better yet, nigga Chuck Norris Nigga told me he was back balling Two weeks later he was back borrowin Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch ballin' Jackie Chan bitch, my bitch foreign Put your hands up for the black man Keep your eyes up for the black fan Gucci Mane and Zay, we back man Not Pac-Man, it’s Jackie Chan [Chorus: Gucci Mane] My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan My diamonds hit like Jackie Chan My ring hit like Jackie Chan Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan, Jackie Chan