Opposite

[Verse 1]

Way sick, no antidote

Earring same size as cantaloupes

They glow with my homeboy and low

Goddamn, little shorty got a camel toe

Hands on like a iPhone or a laptop or a iPad

So I make money like a ballplayer

So my pockets look like thigh pads

I'm the man, got the car with the trunk in the rear

Five mil a year, that's Gucci

Smoke a blunt, pop a pill

Snort a line, who cares

Get the popcorn out, it's a movie

Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot

Got a big old watch on my time clock

Push the button and my top drop

And I ain't even have to go to no chop shop

[Chorus]

You niggas think the same, I think the opposite

Put my trunk in the front, that's the opposite

All red guts, but the paint is chocolate

Steering wheel on the side, that's the opposite

Gucci Mane, Southside, thinking opposite

Love stacking cabbage, but I'm smoking broccoli

You gonna pay her, eat the box, I'm the opposite

I'mma break her, cut her off, that's the opposite

[Verse 2]

Money don't make me, I make money

You niggas funny, I'm too real

Smoke big stank, got big bank

I'm heart-stopping, I'm hard to kill

Make a hundred million, God willing

Leave a hundred million to my little children

Got no ceiling and no feelings

I'm the truth, nigga, that's what it is

Got two million on my ice bill

Rolling cause I'm on two pills

I'm throwing money like a windmill

I'm so cold, lowering the wind chill

In a Maserati on Candler Road

Me and Mojo, and I'm blowing dro

Is you filthy rich? I might be

Is you best at it? I think so

[Chorus]

You niggas think the same, I think the opposite

Put my trunk in the front, that's the opposite

All red guts, but the paint is chocolate

Steering wheel on the side, that's the opposite

Gucci Mane, Southside, thinking opposite

Love stacking cabbage, but I'm smoking broccoli

You gonna pay her, eat the box, I'm the opposite

I'mma break her, cut her off, that's the opposite

[Verse 3]

I was locked up, no sunshine

Now I'm out and I'm balling too hard

Got two scrubs, no b-girl

My jewelry game is retard

Like a six-shot, I'm fully loaded

At Magic City, I'm getting loaded

Smoked so many blunts with your girlfriend

I thought that her head exploded

It's ooh-wop in that new drop

Got four o's in my soda pop

I'm so faded, I'm so wasted

I thought that I had dreadlocks

Make money at a fast pace

Don't come out here cause it ain't safe

Roll orange and I drink grape

I can't feel my damn face

It's Gucci!

[Chorus]

You niggas think the same, I think the opposite

Put my trunk in the front, that's the opposite

All red guts, but the paint is chocolate

Steering wheel on the side, that's the opposite

Gucci Mane, Southside, thinking opposite

Love stacking cabbage, but I'm smoking broccoli

You gonna pay her, eat the box, I'm the opposite

I'mma break her, cut her off, that's the opposite