Worth Something

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Gucci go hard, broke the norm, he stay super duper sharp

Body kit, Dodge Charge, hips just like Nicki Minaj

Drop my top on boulevards, I don't need an entourage

VVS's in my necklace, courtesy of Mr. Flloyd

I made bail and left the jail, but seen some guards in my new car

You see that car there got 2 Rs on it, I bought that shit for her

2003 I gotta eat, for 50 pounds I want it all

[?] with burglar bars, 2013 I'm a star

I'm like a nigga on a bitch, I wanna ball, I wanna ball

You can't give these hoes an inch, because they'll try to take a mile

I put a kilo on your head, my niggas won't even crack a smile

They'll smoke you like a Black n Mild and deed you to the crocodiles

It's Gucci!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something

Put a kilo on your head, your life is worth something

This Plane Jane, no diamonds, but it's worth something

I'm screaming money ain't a thing, cause she worth something

Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something

Put a bag on your head, now you're worth something

Shoes, bags, fuck a tag, cause she worth something

Your jewelry glass, look like trash, it ain't worth nothing

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Got VVS's in my necklace, I got plenty blessings

I sent the message, so much flexing that I broke a record

I'm in that LFA, that half a million dollar Lexus

Now everybody drinking lean, this shit getting worse than Texas

[?] got you thinking it's Compton [?]

2013 [?] still spending some valley dough

Cookie Monster [?]

Got on some Air Max, a wifebeater and Robins, yeah them my cooking clothes

A hundred thou, I perform in your house, I got a cooking show

I seen your spouse, put a thou in her blouse, but I'm not looking though

No doubt, I come straight from the south, but I'm good looking though

All trap boys went to trap school, but you played hooky though

It's Gucci!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something

Put a kilo on your head, your life is worth something

This Plane Jane, no diamonds, but it's worth something

I'm screaming money ain't a thing, cause she worth something

Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something

Put a bag on your head, now you're worth something

Shoes, bags, fuck a tag, cause she worth something

Your jewelry glass, look like trash, it ain't worth nothing

[Verse 3: Dr. Phil]

Quarter million ice around mey neck, bitch I'm worth something

All you gotta do is say my name and imma murk something

Bitch you know it's over when that black-on-black hearse come

Only tell you once, have my money 'fore the first come

Money over bitches, and it's family over everything

Drug money bought this ice like Rollie and this diamond chain

Dr. Phil, AKA double seal, like Prince got purple rain

And I up the price whenever I feel like, they buy by name

R.I.P. to Slim, since you left the streets ain't been the same

R.I.P. to Trill, man in fact you know I love you man

R.I.P. to OG Double D, you know Freebandz the gang

Free my nigga Scooter, Blacka Migo gang 1017

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something

Put a kilo on your head, your life is worth something

This Plane Jane, no diamonds, but it's worth something

I'm screaming money ain't a thing, cause she worth something

Young nigga got a chopper, he'll murk something

Put a bag on your head, now you're worth something

Shoes, bags, fuck a tag, cause she worth something

Your jewelry glass, look like trash, it ain't worth nothing