Mouth Full of Golds

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

(Drumma Boy)

It's Gucci 2 Time

Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Please pardon me, but I'm passin' gas

To my entourage, no gas masks (Gas)

I'm in my old school with the Georgia tag

With my Georgia ass and my red flag

I'm G'd up from the feet up

In my black van with my feet up

And the blinds down and the beat up

Short bad bitch with the seat up

You know me, from the old me

On Jump Street with the straight D

I was low-key at HB

Now I'm 3D, come face me

I went toe to toe with the best of 'em

I bust shots at the rest of 'em

Don't test me, no tester

I rape you, like Chester

I'm a rich-ass nigga, you a bitch-ass nigga

You a cornball ball, so snitch-ass nigga

Went up to the game, felt sick to the fame

Run up on me, in a ditch quick, nigga

I'ma tell you twice 'cause I'm Gucci 2 Time

Fuck your clique and fuck your wife

If you got drama, nigga, you can meet me outside

Get your head bust wide for your old man pride, it's Gucci

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Birdman]

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold (Prr)

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Platinum in my mouth (Yeah), bitch

Shoot you in your face, shit

Uptown gangster, bitch, hunnid million dollar shit

All this money ain't shit, livin' how we live it, bitch

Re-did my grill, nigga (Yeah), platinum to that gold shit (One hunnid)

High price, high life, do this shit every night (Every night, nigga)

Shoot the dice, pay the price

Priceless when we roll the dice

Get it how we get it, bitch

Flip that nigga, been flippin' them bricks

Five hunnid things (Yeah), me and Gucci go and split that shit

Fifty in banana clips, twist someone, we split your shit

Brand new Ferraris (Yeah), Bugattis when we shinin', bitch (One hunnid)

Blood, Rich Gang, nigga, we got them rings, nigga (We got them rings)

Flippin' them things, nigga (Yeah), ready to bang, nigga (Yeah)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold (It's Gucci)

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold (It's 2 Times)

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold (2 Times), with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold (Go)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

I put red shoes on my black car

I'm talkin' slick like a rapstar (Huh)

I'm walkin' slick like a trapstar

Rich young G with gold teeth

A true black cat just crossed my path, but it's a four door Jaguar (Huh)

They put me in this game, but put you lames back at the snack bar (Burr)

I'm black as hell (Burr), but I'm rich as well (Burr)

Got three dime pieces at the hotel (Burr, burr)

I'm goin' hard, they blowin' hard

I'm strapped up, no bodyguards (Stupid, it's Gucci)

I'll pull your card, tote disregard

I'm goin' dumb, but I'm thinkin' smart (Ha)

But if you try my squad, I'll hide your body parts

Then send a shout out to Boulevard (Yeah)

Then send a shout out to Bankhead

Gotta give her something, looped her camel in (Burr)

'Cause I pull up in that yellow thing

Fat pockets like I just been gamblin' (Yeah)

Put 100K in my grills, shawty

That’s the way that I feel, shawty (Oh)

Ice cream on my face and chain (Oh)

'Cause that’s the life that I live, shawty (Gucci)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold

Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold