[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Drop Ferrari 458, make the crowd ?
And since I made 20 million, who would I change my style
I'm slicker than that nigga that spilled ? on isle 4
My pockets on popeye, man, they out of this world
A hundred bricks I'm flippin, make me feel like I'm on tour
The more chickens they give me, man, that more make me want more
I'm cookin' up glass dope, on my glass stove
Whippin up a glass vat, working a glass flow
I been geeked up the last 20 years, so how could I crash, hoe
Media Take Out just made me fire my last hoe
I bought that bitch some matte lipstick and told that hoe, kiss my ass, hoe
I'm in the Bentley sitting on 24s, so I drive it fast for
Me and Quan geeked up, Quan drive, imma crash it
Me and Peewee poppin Molly, man, don't tell em I'm spazzin
I'm in a 2013 car, but every verse a classic
Got on baby Jesus pieces, shout out Ol Dirty Bastard
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
We goin make a movie, let the camera record
Doin numbers and rap, watchin over my back, feelin pairanoid
This bitch in my Coope, me and Gucci goin crash, got 50 thousand in cash
Hol up, hol up
Hol up, hol up
[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
Hol' up, hoe
You moving too fast, touching on my bankroll
Bitch slow up, hoe
Forgiatos on the Coope, boy I'm whipping them bitches like swingers, tho
Longway texas ranger, sippin muddy, tote that banger
I hope your ?, I'm in the club twistin my fingers
Gave her an assist, my career bangin
Rockin Lambos, 40 pointer, my chain just blang
Me and Wop and young Rich Homie, we leavin a stain
Young Thugger Thugger sends shots, we don't take no train
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
We goin make a movie, let the camera record
Doin numbers and rap, watchin over my back, feelin pairanoid
This bitch in my Coope, me and Gucci goin crash, got 50 thousand in cash
Hol up, hol up
Hol up, hol up
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