Say

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Six spots, twelve stoves, and I need more pots

And I tote more knots than a Boy Scout got

The junkies say it’s finger lickin’ how I whip up powder

I took your food and Prada shoes and added me more power

And if you bought some Sour Diesel, then your dream gone sour

I treat your shooters like cowards, make your team look sour

I feed the hood with the bowl like I cook clam chowder

RIP to Steve McNair, that boy right arm was a rifle

I would race you for the car, but look you don't got the title

If you ain't made ten mil, I can't call you my rival

I got your baby mama suckin' on me using saliva

I made the Forbеs list bitch, man you just a subscriber

My mam say you just a lyin’ ass, conniving lil’ diver

My nigga killed his own brothеr, seen that shit in the bible

Man, Joe Blow chose the fork but you chose the screwdriver

I may did never steal a car, but I did cash off on nine of them

I go so hard I make you dump your whole roster to sign me

And you can find me in the six with all my shooters behind me

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)

No grey hair, I ain’t stressin’ the case

Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay

Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face

What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe

Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place

Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say

Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]

That right too, I’m having my way

By the bay, I move, penthouse by the lake

They cool, my neighbors, got a gate so you know them folks safe

Got a pool, twelve acres, and a guest house if you wanna stay

Man I’m cool, gettin’ paper, and a custom Cartier

I’m a smooth operator, I got a customer named Sade

And she’ll bug a motherfucker all day, then try to pull up in all grey

I ain’t gon’ play with you, I’m impatient too, ain’t gon’ wait for you

I’m pimpin’ like players do, lean and matching gator shoes, the windbreaker hater proof

Nigga lookin’ nervous, Gerber, soft like baby food

Okay cool, I got a plug like no other

No discussion, me and Thugger, waiting on judgement

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]

I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)

No grey hair, I ain’t stressin’ the case

Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay

Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face

What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe

Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place

Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say

Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way

I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)

No grey hair, I ain’t stressin’ the case

Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay

Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face

What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe

Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place

Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say

Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way

[Verse 3: Pizzle]

I wanna thank the lord, nigga came up on a blessing

Life ain’t no game, so don’t call the law

When a young nigga bring in that tec in

And i can take on a team of niggas on my own

Tell em niggas they don’t wanna try it

Cause a young nigga need mills

I cannot go on a diet

Nigga right to the money like a pen pal

I can’t loose focus your lens out

I could roll up in a benz now

Or like im done camping let the tints down

I swear I got all ten down

Just put a strike on the board

Just put a pic up on IG

And your bitch gone like it of course

She got class so we write into course (right intercourse)

Did it my way on that Usher Raymond

Won’t nobody hear us complaining

It’s a lot of money in that safe ain’t it

Nigga even a boxer couldn’t fine a way in

And I swear I say a prayer everyday we see a lot of cash

I’m flexing like Briana dad

Never waiting for my time to pass, I gotta get it