Push Ups

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] What up? I got so much money, pull up Barber drop Ferrari yesterday is time to mount up Count up, think its time to do a cook up Hook up, you know my money doing push ups What up? I got so much money, pull up Barber drop Ferrari yesterday is time to mount up Count up, think its time to do a cook up Hook up, you know my money doing push ups [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Driving real fast of the Ferrari lot Got the bitch tryna count all the cars we got On the gas pedal, I don't hardly stop And stop the show like a bitch in a halter top No shade, just harder rocks Purple drink in my soda pop Police looking for me now, cause they saying Gucci Mane just killed the fucking parking lot Afterparties in Canada Drop SPYDER, a tarantula My money got its own manager I should walk around with a camera Make visions move Sellin inner 2's Sell bricks while a nigga get interviewed Don't intrude on my music dude I got a bitch sucking dick through the interlude I was bred to ball, I was born to die I'm too drunk to drive and too high to fly Before you count to 1-2-3, you see that .45 I'm the living truth, I don't never lie Made the trap jump, made the track cry Never let a bad bitch pass me by Don't ask me why, but I'm too live [Chorus: Gucci Mane] What up? I got so much money, pull up Barber drop Ferrari yesterday is time to mount up Count up, think its time to do a cook up Hook up, you know my money doing push ups What up? I got so much money, pull up Barber drop Ferrari yesterday is time to mount up Count up, think its time to do a cook up Hook up, you know my money doing push ups [Verse 2: Slim Dunkin] See the diamonds and jewelry and the bitches hitting swishers In the Rari, I'm sorry, the coupe push button, Atari Shrimp and Calamari, pocket full of lettuce No crouton Girlfriend tripping, I buy a new one Gucci needs some new ones, nigga I don't do ones In the mall shopping like a nigga using coupons Swag so venom, like your dressed in Docker's Denim All these cars, think I rent um 100,000, can't tint em My shooters for certain Them boys be plotting and lurking Try all that cursing in person I have them hearses with verses I talk and I listen Yellow diamonds they pissing I be hitting and dishing And you be tricking, magician Dunk! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] What up? I got so much money, pull up Barber drop Ferrari yesterday is time to mount up Count up, think its time to do a cook up Hook up, you know my money doing push ups What up? I got so much money, pull up Barber drop Ferrari yesterday is time to mount up Count up, think its time to do a cook up Hook up, you know my money doing push ups [Verse 3: V-Nasty] Its me bitches Ms. V, bitches Nasty if you ask me, your brother wanna hit this I'm where the cash be I'm bout my business Come with the chopper, knock his head off the hinges I'm with that shit, cause I bring that fucking drama Leave um in the hospital, bitch you're in trauma What ya hollin'? I'm hotter than Obama? Cause every time I hit the mic I eat it up, Osama Got the fucking choppers, baby I rap Yeah you know I'm aiming at that bitch with the Mac I gotta get the stacks Leave her line flat Aiming at that bitch, red beam at the cap [Chorus: Gucci Mane] What up? I got so much money, pull up Barber drop Ferrari yesterday is time to mount up Count up, think its time to do a cook up Hook up, you know my money doing push ups What up? I got so much money, pull up Barber drop Ferrari yesterday is time to mount up Count up, think its time to do a cook up Hook up, you know my money doing push ups