Immature

[Intro: DJ Holiday & Gucci Mane]

The Commission

I'm coast to coast, propose a toast, brag and boast to this

We cookin' up, too turn't up, and I'm too rich to th-

Coast, propose a toast, brag and boast to this

We cookin' up, too turn't up, and I'm too rich

Coast, propose a toast, brag and boast to this

We cookin' up, too turn't up, and I'm too rich to this

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I make a hit, smoke a blunt, and then I take a shit

Shark alert, that chick a shark, she wanna bite my dick

I got a stripe down a tiger, I'm a Falcons fan

Bought a diamond helmet just to rep the land (Bling, blaw)

If you ain't four fold then you just might not understand (Burr!)

East Atlanta ridin' with me all the way to Japan

And the way I ball out I should be named Durant

I gotta down then everybody on the Birds and Saints

Don't try to stop me, 'cause Gucci all what you ain't

I got a new slogan, this year is money in the bank (It's Gucci!)

[Bridge: Gucci Mane]

I got money, I got money in my pocket

I got money, cash money in my pocket

Fuck a wallet, young nigga, no wallet

Four pocket, totin' guala, whole jockey, Gucci

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Ride with me, no amateur

Don't fuck with him, he's immature

My rims are based, his immature

His price too high, mine's immature

[Verse 2: ?]

Why you fuck with him, you know he a hater

Always on my feet like a motherfuckin' gator

Engine in my car like a motherfuckin' tiger

Try me on the highway, my [?] (Holiday season) look like a lion

I am not trying, I can take you out, but baby, I am not buying

Psych, you can get it how you live it

But just as fast as you can get it I hope you can give it

European auto, press a button, auto start

Cut that motherfucker up, they ain't ever heard of [?]

I don't layaway I'll pay today

That boy you fuckin' with immature, he can't be laid

Ferrari, Jag, kit matchin' the ratchet, that's black on black

Kush, pass it, its smokin' like acid, I fuck with that

New York in my heart, A-Town on my fitted hat

Baby come and ride with me I'll show you where my city at

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Ride with me, no amateur

Don't fuck with him, he's immature

My rims are based, his immature

His price too high, mine's immature

Gucci