Pyrex Pot

[Intro]

Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)

Big Cat, LaFlare (Big Cat, LaFlare)

Let's get it (Let's get it)

[Chorus]

Half a brick in a Pyrex pot (Pot)

Tryna make me a dope boy knot (Knot)

Two pounds of the light green mid (Mid)

Junkie never seen a nick' so big (So big)

I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

[Verse 1]

Uh, I'm goin' on a Trap-A-Thon

Gucci Mane like Gotti, I'm the Dapper Don

Uh, hundred G's in my Gucci bag

So if you look at me wrong, I'ma do your ass

Uh, Gucci Mane, I'm the bread and butter

Run trap, sell crack, nigga, spread your hustle

Uh, pockets fatter than Oprah Winfrey

Gucci Mane, I'm the baller of the fuckin' century

Uh, iced out like Babe and them

I can sell more records than Shade and them

Uh, Gucci Mane, you's a cocky fella

I make it rain, so you better get your umbarella

Uh, and my watch is on another level

Clusters of diamonds and they brush together

Uh, why you talk so much shit?

Uh, your bitch 'cause I'm so rich

[Chorus]

Half a brick in a Pyrex pot (Pot)

Tryna make me a dope boy knot (Knot)

Two pounds of the light green mid (Mid)

Junkie never seen a nick' so big (So big)

I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

[Verse 2]

Cocaine soft and white like Michael Jackson

Bust the shit out the rubber, then I start to trappin'

Gucci Mane got the lone ticket

Run stack for the midget, nigga, fuck with me, uh

Shawty say he short a couple stacks

The diamond chain on my neck is doin' jumpin' jacks, uh

Your money short like Spud Webb

Man down, nigga broke, nigga need help, uh

My money tall like Dikembe

Gucci Mane, I make a Friday out of Wednesday, uh

More dope than CVS

Still makin' moves, thuggin' with SYS, uh

All my shows better be whippin' up

J's keep the ash scrubs when we pick it up, uh

And me and Cad in a Humvee

Yellow diamonds got me lookin' like a bumblebee, uh

[Chorus]

Half a brick in a Pyrex pot (Pot)

Tryna make me a dope boy knot (Knot)

Two pounds of the light green mid (Mid)

Junkie never seen a nick' so big (So big)

I gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

Gots to get it, gots to get it, gots to run my money up (Uh)

[Verse 3]

Gucci got a plug for the square face

Got them quarter ki's, I call 'em chicken wings

Got the gangster peas, I call 'em collard greens

We got them X pills, we call 'em Skittles, man

Gucci on the grind, catch me at the spot

Got some cocaine jumpin' out the damn pot

Pour some cool water, it's too damn hot

All I want for Christmas is the dope man knot

Hustle harder, be smarter

We gon' eat when I bring it out the water

Thirty-six O's for the seventeen

Five for the drive, seventeen-five