Socialite

[Hook]

I'm a socialite, yeah I'm a socialite

Poppin' bottles, rockin ice

Burr! It's goin' down tonight

I'm a socialite, Black socialite

Night life, cocktail party, getcha swag right

All eyes on me, all eyes on me

Paparazzi, TMZ, all eyes on me

All eyes on me, all eyes on me

Paparazzi, TMZ, all eyes on me

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I'm popping bottles in a party with Rihanna and Madonna

Head to toe in Dolce & Gabbana smokin' blunts of marijuana

Kimi, Khloe, Kourtney ballin' with me, I keep models near me

Listening to me crystal clearly, like the clarity of earrings

I'm the Don Dada, ain't none better, at the trendsetter who here trendsetter

All suede, soft leather, you point her out I go get her

Ain't no nigga, gold digger, goldfish, or gorilla

Got more swag or more pizzazz than that young nigga on that 4-wheeler

No shirt, tatted out, buddy looks, layin' him out

Purple Label, Bally, Louis, Fendi, Prada, Gucci down

Anywhere that I touch down, that night, it's my town

Best dressed, dead fresh, you niggas better go and ask around

Wipe me down

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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Black Ferrari, yellow feet, red carpet here I fuckin' come

White stones, bright white diamonds on my fucking thumb

Porsche cost a couple 'them, see me in the other one

So it's only right that I came back with another one

458, red on red, make a girl so scared that she pee in the bed

Hearing voices in my head, screaming 'Gucci Mane ball out'

So I got 'em restocking the shelf cause I just bought the whole mall out

Michael Jackson in the hood, I hit the stage the hoes fall out

Like what the fuck is up, it's Gucci Mane the G

Yeah the G-U-double C-I-M-A-N-E in this bitch

Take a picture with me baby and it just might change your life

Smoking Swisher after Swisher, bar tab fifty K a night (Gucci!)

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[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

Catch me in Las Vegas poppin' bottles next to Baby'n'them

Red diamond rings so bright jewelers be askin' 'what ya paid for them?'

Catch me in Miami on a yacht with my label'n'them

Waka Flocka, Brick Squad, Gucci, bitches cray for them

Courtside at the Hawks game, you would think I'm coaching them

Sit so fucking close to them but nah your boy ain't coaching them

Clubbin' at a fashion show, think I'm fuckin' both of them

The way lil' mama catwaking, got me think I'm skrokin [stroking] them

You gone see me hopefully, cross your fingers make a wish

Truly ain't no hope for me, I can't stop thinkin' I'm the shit

I'm the shit, I'm the shit, if I want I'll buy that bitch

If she don't wanna fuck with me then it's her loss I'm fucking rich!

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