Kansas

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Shawty cooler than a fan, but her man not me

Got a real hot mouth, she a stone cold freak

10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach

Got a nigga from the country, call two times a week

I'm in a red Maserati with some snow white seats

And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth

Red bottoms on the wood, watchin' the Hawks play the Heat

Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat

6 ounces and a liter that's a dirty sweet tea

I'mma put this game on bad bitch that I meet

I'm a Zone 6 king and my jeans got wings

I'm a rich girl's fantasy, a poor girl's dream

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Hold up stop the track, let's get some'n understanded (Hah)

I'm servin' softball nigga, I pitch underhanded (What?)

Your girlfriend said she like me but I'm too demandin' (So?)

Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas (Huh)

My stash done got so big that I can't rubber band it (Damn)

My plug be speakin' Spanish, I can't understand it (Huh)

So stop the track my nigga let's get some understandin' (Gucci)

Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Now I can't dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin'

Rap or trap my nigga I'mma take my chances

I had a couple juugs didn't go down how I planned it

I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn't handle it

You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded

Blowin' kush in her hair, she smokin' second handed

I got the whole pack sold 'fo the pack landed

Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin'

And you ain't gotta shop with me that's fine and dandy

Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy

Cookin' dope in Louboutin cuz I'm kinda fancy

I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Jim Jones]

Hold up stop the track, let's get some'n understanded (Hah)

I'm servin' softball nigga, I pitch underhanded (Which one, What?)

Your girlfriend said she like me but I'm too demandin' (So?)

Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas (Take this to Kansas, Huh)

My stash done got so big that I can't rubber band it (Gimme a shoebox, Damn)

My plug speakin' Spanish, I can't understand it (Qué lo que, Huh)

So stop the track my nigga let's get some understandin' (Bitch, Gucci)

Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

Hold up wait, let me explain

Half my niggas move ki's of 'caine

Jewish lawyers what we've retained

In my car's where she give brain

Bought the _____ of Dorthy

Yellow road, sellin' bricks

Big face, yellow wrist, drop top, hello bitch

Cut the shit, make sure that we see eye to eye

We got them birds and they don't fly up in the sky

Bitch, and you gon' take this trip to Kansas

And you gon' get them bricks of dandruff

I wash the money like it's Head & Shoulders

I watch the money like a deadly cobra

And hit my phone once you got the bricks

You hit the road you better hold it if you gotta piss

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Hold up stop the track, let's get some'n understanded (Hah)

I'm servin' softball nigga, I pitch underhanded (What?)

Your girlfriend said she like me but I'm too demandin' (So?)

Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas (Huh)

My stash done got so big that I can't rubber band it (Damn)

My plug be speakin' Spanish, I can't understand it (Huh)

So stop the track my nigga let's get some understandin' (Gucci)

Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas