Niggas Catch Up

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up Jet-feet aboard it all the time, turn it back up I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up Jet-feet aboard it all the time, turn it back up [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] On my left, there's a hunnid bitches Right, there's a hunnid bitches Chain around my neck, reflect the fact I'm feelin' next In every winter, every summer, boy I'ma cop a Hummer, boy Goddamn drummer, well, just hit me with a note Boy, if you cup it out a car trunk, then it's not fresh If you switchin' on your dawg, then y'all really not friends On my left, what's a hunnid?Wow, right, what's a hunnid? I don't talk around my niggas, boy Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up Jet-feet aboard it all the time, turn it back up I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up [Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman] When I wake up tomorrow, nigga, I'ma buy Ferrari Second thing I do is take your bitch for calamari Diamonds in my chain, got the color barrel poppin' It's young juice, and I'm always bottle poppin' Drivin' on the fast chains like they goin' shoppin' Bustin' down bricks, and the bells in the tailpipe I get them stupid bands, stayin' down every night From the streets, nowhere to post it on the street Now I got that sack, post it with that pack I ain't gotta move, let my goons snap your neck While I'm ridin', sound sissy, bubba, cut your thang Four pocket full of me, juice got stacked Six, no pickin' me, juice got cracked (Cracked) Rolled up in your hood, servin' out an eight-hat (Eight) Stayin' out the park, man, work don't pay Stayin' out the park, man, work don't pay [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up Jet-feet aboard it all the time, turn it back up I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Big poppa, throwin' niggas off for clips Smokin' splits, disappear with my bitch In a Mitsubishi Eclipse, read my lips I kill you, blood is spilled too, did I say thank you? I grant you, three wishes, cause I be the genie Niggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikinis Read between the lines, see what I see I see the diary of a sick bastard Do your mouth for your blaster Rugals on the hips, butt coke to flip chips For bullets to fill clips, check it Puttin' coke in corner store bodegas In the back room playin' Sega, Street Fighter II I'm invitin' you, get your writing crew And they dope as rhymes, I get up in that ass every time Lyrically, I'm untouchable, uncrushable Gettin' mad blunted in a six-punder [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catcha Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up Jet-feet aboard it all the time, turn it back up I got your whole life savings in a pinka-finga I'm in my motorcord, a corvette, tellin' niggas catch up Patrón ballin' to the hill, I make the league to catch up Get a Visa, board it all up, tell them turn it back up [Outro: ?] Y'all niggas better catch up, I'm on my Usain bullshit Leavin' you niggas behind, and I'm only runnin' at half speed If you wanna catch me, call me at 850-212-KWIK Be about your business and your guap Right now, I'm stoppin' in Pittsburgh Fuckin' with my nigga Ray Zealous