C'Yeah

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah (Polow), cyeah (Polow), cyeah

Cyeah (Zone 4), cyeah (Zone 6), cyeah, cyeah (So crazy, Zone 6, yeah)

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might

Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Do you know who I am? (Huh?) Baby girl, my name the shit

I'm the shit, yeah, the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch

When I spit, stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift (Huh?)

Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is on the strip

A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp

'Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice, you feel a drift

Light a spliff, take a whiff, if you feel like, take a sniff

Drink a fifth, pop a what? One of those, then plead the Fifth

Forty K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M

Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him?

And my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels

And my drop top match my ears, no flodgin', I keep it real

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, Chris Brown]

I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might

Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might

Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (Ha, yeah)

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (Hahahaha, leggo)

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there  (I told you niggas, look, yeah!)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

They done fucked around and let me back on my G shit

My wheels big, they deep dish (Woof!)

Engine bigger than a motherfucker

But on the dashboard, you see fish (Aye)

See-through, all blue

I'm bigger than a barracuda, fuck you (Hahaha)

Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they gorillas

And I'm fuckin' with them motherfuckin' dawgs too (Woof!)

All of this money, I done met my quota (Yeah)

I'm ballin', bitch (Ha)

Flow sick, track ebola (Ugh)

Polow, this that shit

For all the ladies, you know this that dick (Yeah)

Hold up, wait a minute (Boaw!)

Did he just say that? Yes, I did (Boaw!)

Now open your legs up, let me say it up in you like (Ah!)

Microphones, I blaze, boy

Any little beat, any track, I kill it (Yeah)

Fuckin' them models, straight Playboy (Boy)

I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit

Got the girls in the club with their lace front swingin' (Ha)

Lookin' at my girl like, "No, you didn't" (Uh-uh)

Somebody better call 911

With all this motherfuckin' pussy I'm killin' (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne]

I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might (Might)

Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (Like)

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (Yeah)

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might

Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (Alright)

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne, Gucci Mane]

Uh, stay in line, ho

Yeah, get your mind right, bitch

Yeah, all pussy ain't good pussy

And I don't like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy

My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies

Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn't fuck Snookie

Hm, I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder

Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter

Eat a redbone like red velvet cake

Fuck a nigga wife and eat the weddin' cake

And if that nigga trippin', tell him, "Yellow tape"

I'm like 5'6", dick 7'8"

Cyeah, hahaha

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne]

I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might (Tunechi)

Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like (That right)

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there (Young Mula, baby!)

I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might

Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there