Trick'n Off

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I took my bitch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off

Fifty bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across

Gucci, Rick Ross on the stage, I call it oh they flossy

And when you put your niggas on, I call that being a boss

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Diamond chain round my neck, I call it Bloody Mary

Purple 'Vette parked at the crib, I call it welch's jelly

Blue and white new drop-top Beamer, I call it Papa Smurf

And if you take your nigga work, call that a lot of nerve

Three thousand, five hundred dollars, call that Louie purse

A penthouse suite for me and her, call that a loss her skirt

Nigga outshine Gucci Mane, I call that boy the first

That black on black, got them on sixes, call that a rolling hearse

Me, Mariah on the screen, I call that feelings hurt

These busters' that be caking bitches, I call them Captain Kirk

Rick Ross, Gucci, Drumma Boy, I call that going in

So Icey And Maybach Music call that a easy win

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I took my bitch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off

Fifty bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across

Gucci, Rick Ross on the stage, I call it oh they flossy

And when you put your niggas on, I call that being a boss

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Heavy in the game, champagne in my pool

Don Perignon and bitches in my jacuzzi

Time to act a fool, might be on a bean

Might be Section 8 but I'm riding mighty clean

Worth twenty million but whoever would've thought

Worth twenty million, boy You better be a boss

Walk up in the club, she know what I'm about

She fucking with a thug so she know that pussy bought

Knock that pussy out, knock that pussy out

She call me Jake The Snake cause I knock that pussy out

Now it's time to slide, spend a quarter on my ride

Not twenty five, boy I'm on that other side

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

I took my bitch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off

Fifty bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across

Gucci, Rick Ross on the stage, I call it Harley Cross

And when you put your niggas on, I call that being a boss

[Verse 3: Young Breed]

I took a bitch to Bal Harbour, I call it tricking off

Bought myself a hundred choppers', I call it getting off

Took that bitch to Cal' Mall, I call it getting by

I only spent a couple hundred, she think she getting fly

Supplying all the local traps, I call that running shit

It's piled to the roof with stacks, I'm on that gutter shit

I'm good in each and every hood, I call that certified

Chevy with the Audi frame, we call that seven-five

Sitting in a Call A Cab but I came in a Rover

Thumb action on the brick, we call it flipping quarters'

Yellow diamonds in the grill, them VVS' flawless

Yeah, I do this shit for real, it's Triple C, we balling