[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Yeah
Uh, it's Guwop, what's happenin'?
Turn me up, it's Wop
What's happenin'?
It's 2013
If you ain't got no money now, you might won't get none
Girl, you on this trail or have none? (Right, nigga)
Gettin' this paper (It's Wop)
CEO speaking, nigga (Real talk)
Ain't no one worried 'bout a bail (Easy)
Know what I'm sayin'? Y'all niggas can keep the change (Nigga, aha)
Ayy
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Hold up, holmes, I got my gold on, holmes (Yeah)
I roll with real life robbers, but can't do no wrong (No)
I got a jet black tone, all black Foams (Woah)
And I might crack your dome like I just cracked my iPhone (Take off)
My pants sagging low, but baby, this just my thing (Flex)
Twenty thousand every pocket, so my belt can't help it (Damn)
Green and white sweater, bitch, but I'm no Celtic (I'm no)
Chilling in the M-Town, but I'm not Elvis (Yeah)
Velour Versace jogging suit, this not velvet (Boss swag)
Thirty pints for me to drink, I'm so selfish (Yeah)
A nigga went broke and his main ho pregnant (Damn)
When Gucci cash got low, bet the whole Crest felt it (Count up)
I snatch a nigga chain out, ayy, let's melt it (Yeah)
Got a lick for sixty bricks, so I just MapQuest it (Finesse)
Smoke blunts for dinner and I drink lean for breakfast (Go; Ayy, hey)
I put four O's of lean in a lil' bitty Mistic (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Hey, okay, okay (Okay then)
You gon' take it? No way (No way then)
Yeah, motherfucker, yeah (Yeah), motherfucker (Haha)
Money talk, credit talk (Yeah)
Guwop my blood brother (Woo)
Put my ice in your cup, it might not melt (Oh my God, bro)
Got my Olympic Jordans on, I'm feeling like Phelps (Oh my God, bro)
I'm cashed out like Mike, no Epps (I'm gon' cash out)
Versace on my boxers, look like a belt (Oh my God, bro)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Me and Guwop stay on the same street, my nigga (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
If I ever catch you 'round there (Blatt), I'm pulling my trigger (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
I go a whole hundred bars like I'm at Tigger's (Woo, woo)
You ain't rich 'til you got 'bout six figures (Young Thugger, bae)
Put your Rollie up, put your motherfucking Rollie up (Put your Rollie up)
That nat bitch in VIP, she wan' notice us (She wan' fuck me)
And I'm smoking on the bush like Magnolia, bro (Woo, woo)
Got bands on top of bands, I'm up like Folgers, bro (Bands, bands, bands)
Young Thug backstabbing (Yeah), I ain't brabbin' (Yeah)
Your ho want a lot of wood like a cabin (Cabin)
Nickname Damion, stay acting (Actor)
Even though I keep a smile, need to stop this madness (Thug)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Hey, okay, okay (Okay then)
You gon' take it? No way (No way then)
Yeah, motherfucker, yeah (Yeah), motherfucker (Haha)
Money talk, credit talk (Yeah)
Guwop my blood brother (Woo)
Put my ice in your cup, it might not melt (Oh my God, bro)
Got my Olympic Jordans on, I'm feeling like Phelps (Oh my God, bro)
I'm cashed out like Mike, no Epps (I'm gon' cash out)
Versace on my boxers, look like a belt (Oh my God, bro)
