That's That

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Got dogs on the chains don't let em get loose Sippin rich man juice thats a fo and a deuce All my cars ain't got no roof And I plead not guilty they ain't got no proof Look in my closet I ain't got no suits Two thousand dollar shirt, four thousand dollar boots Broke ass nigga ain't got no clue I'm so rich I could buy yo troops Gucci going broke? You a god damn fool Bitch so bad I'mma put her through school These rap niggas dont move like me When I move hundred y'all niggas gone move You can run up but what it gon' prove? Gucci Mane put you on the god damn news Whole lotta ice and buncha tattoos If ya choose me baby than ya know ya cain't lose [Chorus: Gucci Mane & (Kevin McCall)] Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Gotta bitch so bad, look ya give her note pad Write it down on the book cause the bitch so bad Front seat of the jag and her boyfriend mad Sliding down South Beach with the Georgia tag Swag so bad she'll ignore yo ass Bossed up bitch employ yo ass Red bottom heels and they match her bag And she ridin' round the city just droppin' off swag Real fat ass, do you got a man? I gotta ask I gotta ask Hunned yard dash for the cash I threw And my car so fast I'll lose yo ass Ho so bad that she got you blinded Kill her with kindness ya buyin her diamonds Oh my I like the way you bend Bitch so fine I'mma move her in Hold up stop man damn I'm trippin' Last thing I need to do is move that bitch in Game work good, and real soon What can I say baby I'mma tycoon Gucci Mane I ain't finna jump no broom But tell ya girlfriend she can jump in too Whole lotta ice and bunch of tattoos If ya choose me baby then ya know ya cain't lose [Chorus: Gucci Mane & (Kevin McCall)] Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh)