Picture Perfect

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] If you ain’t get no money, nigga, what’s yo purpose? Don’t need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus I keep on doin’ what I’m doin’, what I’m doin’ workin’ They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect I left the lot and dropped the top cuz tops they make me nervous I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Just to wake up it’s a blessed day But I’m boomin’ cage like everyday Gonna muscle down I put my hustle down I gone makin’ money like several ways Got a traphouse in the neighborhood Get my grass cut by seven J’s Flashback, yellow Lamborghini I pulled up to the figure eight Got a book man, I’m the coupe man Get the S-scrolls, I’m extra paid I pulled up in that Rolls Royce All the pussy niggas had nothin’ to say Cockroaches in the industry I think it’s time for me to fumigate Asenzi(?) committed when I get through those pretty J’s Might buy a pain, I might crack a seal Then pour for my ace of spades Might buy a pound and then break it down Then smoke a pound in the VIP I get money, you ain’t gettin’ money, is that the reason you mad at me? Got fifty bags of that Cali gas And it's all free if you find a seed [Chorus: Gucci Mane] If you ain’t get no money, nigga, what’s yo purpose? Don’t need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus I keep on doin’ what I’m doin’, what I’m doin’ workin’ They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect I left the lot and dropped the top cuz tops they make me nervous I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface [Verse 2: Chill Will] I hope she get so wet I get a backstroke And fuck a nigga, what the fuck you think these scraps fo'? Yeah, I be ballin’, and I ain’t talkin’ ball back Big money, start talkin’ lil money fall back Show me where them brawls at, show me where the mall at Chill with the shit, bitch, show me where the staul at Look at all this work, I don’t think that I can move it all Look at all this dope, I don’t think that I can sell it all Yeah, I’m tellin’ ya, big cookin’ work in the kitchen, I’m smellin’ ya Shout out to the east cuz I be there on the regular Yeah, we call em squares but their shapes are rectangular [Chorus: Gucci Mane] If you ain’t get no money, nigga, what’s yo purpose? Don’t need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus I keep on doin’ what I’m doin’, what I’m doin’ workin’ They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect I left the lot and dropped the top cuz tops they make me nervous I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface