Gucci Bag

[Chorus: 2 Chainz] Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag [Verse 1: Dolla Boy] Feds hot, they on my ass, gotta shake 'm off They wanna half me on the go, they get shaken off Hoe, they been off, I'm bout to do a major cost, shoppin on the lot Know I'm scrapen paper off windows, etc, pillos and extras Gs will respect us, or we'll make it treacherous That's what we do, ever play Tetris Or better yet Grand Theft, shootin up your Lexis Once was the half not, till we start progressin Fuck goin half now, we want this whole section South side, we wrecklis Columbine F ones, specials, with the dollar sign sketches Niggas bout to hate us, my lawyer never call back My case never came up, so it's time to blaze up Streets, they don't want that, guess you wanna blame us When you see us, you need Jesus to save us [Chorus: 2 Chainz] Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I got Gucci on the armrest, next to a freak Walkin through the projects, with Gucci on my feet I put Gucci on the seet, when I customise the Vert Unzip the top, my car look like a perse I'm up in Gucci, poppin tags in my Gucci glasses I leave with two hoes, and put them in the Jag My duffle full of purple, with them Gs on the side So now I'm like, fuck you, I got Gs on my side Seven four five, four fives inside Eat speghetti on the selli, with Parelli on the time I count fetti on the telli, watchin Belly or The Wire And my belly all tatted, like I bairly ever tired If you need some money, hoe, Magic City hiring And if there is demand, we will supply it See, I'm the man, if I like it, I buy it But I ain't none of your man, bitch, stop lyin [Chorus: 2 Chainz] Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag [Verse 3: Shawnna] You niggas don't take me serious You niggas goin make me furious I be in something so luxurious Your bitch is lookin at my jewelry Cocaine, no, you see me with that high dro Just another misdemeanor for the five O Fuck another family, just up in the tiho Member me and Lil G, up in Chicago We keep them pipes breathin, Gucci in the Rolls gold, the flow seepin You see a couple of hoes, stealin You pop beas, the don piece for no reason At home, millions in fetti, no treason It don't have no meanin, you is not speakin Yeah, now let a nigga try to fuck with that Cause Shawnna got a couple jabs in my duffle bag [Chorus: 2 Chainz] Now hot damb, heavy creeses on my pants You can tell how I stand with my Gucci duffle bag You don't want to see me mad, I'll have to pull the strap out my Gucci duffle bag I'm bout my swag, see rubber bands in my Gucci duffle bag And I don't want to brag, I could fit a hundred carots in my Gucci duffle bag