Wonderful

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Wonderful, wonderful, damn I feel wonderful

I'm lookin’ at your girl and I feel like fuckin’ her

Wonderful, wonderful, damn she feels wonderful

She ridin’ with a star and we smokin’ in the car

I feel wonderful, wonderful, damn I feel wonderful

So many diamonds on that I’m lowering the temperature

Wonderful, wonderful, damn I feel wonderful

I know you hate, bruh, but that’s so understandable

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Red bezel on my Jacob looking like a sliced tomato

Fuck a hater I blow acres of Jamaica in decatur

I’m so extraordinary while my bracelet so canary

Choppers that my niggas carry probably scare the military

Half your budget spent on luggage, spent your mortgage on a portrait

Purple bud look like an orchid, can't afford it? watch me torch it

Tell your shorty, gucci at her birthday party, cost a 40

This imported foreign flying saucer make me feel important

Tell big booty Gina from Virginia if you ever see her

I remember last November and I can’t wait 'till the sequel

Where’s my equal? I don’t see him, never met him, never meet him

If I meet him, I’ma greet him, beat him, eat him up and leave him

It's Gucci!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Wonderful, wonderful, damn I feel wonderful

I'm lookin’ at your girl and I feel like fuckin’ her

Wonderful, wonderful, damn she feels wonderful

She ridin’ with a star and we smokin’ in the car

I feel wonderful, wonderful, damn I feel wonderful

So many diamonds on that I’m lowering the temperature

Wonderful, wonderful, damn I feel wonderful

I know you hate, bruh, but that’s so understandable

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Dippin’ raucies like a landshark, tell me where the gills

Switching gears, damn look the wheels leave me with the chills

On the real, Gucci vacuum sealed, fuck them record deals

Selling pills, moving pounds of med, kept a pocket scale

Bitches love me cause my pockets chubby, money stupid lanky

And I’m drankin' while I’m driving, diamond solitaire on panky

They ain't owing, so my money growin, blowin’, rollin’ o and

Drop top beemer, yeah it’s foreign, Ralph Lauren shirt, I’m sippin’ don

And then while I’m managin’, leave you stiff just like a mannequin

Frantic and they panickin’ they see we got advantages

Only got one life to get, I wish I had two or three

So icey the family so bury me as S.I.B