Tag Team

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Please excuse me for being a G, that's just the way they raised me

I ball so bad, I pay for it, I want to see her naked

She shaken like she got a seizure, shorty goin' crazy

Datin' all kinds of important people, her swag is amazing

Wanna go to Costa Rica? Kick around and play it?

We could just-a stay in or I could take you shopping

Corporate smoking pounds of reefer but I got a make it

Hate on me, no snitchin' either, I'm just trying to make cents

Can you get me cocainia? I'll tell you to take it

Rest of them toy desert eagles, ak - she be fakin'

Role my blunts in deuces cause I'm so very impatient

Meet em, then I greet em, then I bust all in their faces

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Jumpin' out the Range Rover, I popped a box spring

He fucked her then he tagged me. We call it tag team

Fuckin' bitches after shows. We call it tag team

Fuckin' bitches on the road.  We call it tag team

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]

I'm diggin' that mix, tag team with the right hand

Make me a Sprite and I'm going all night man

Gucci got the front, so you know I gotta get the back

Give that ass a smack, for a fact. She gonna throw it back

Dick in her hand, like spit on that

The lil' purdy lil' thing put kids on that

Girl, I want that pussy.  Girl, gimme that

Got have that.  Long hair, ass fat

You know you wanna nigga like me

Dread-head, tats and some gold teeth

All the sights on me, I can't get girls up off of me

I'm a stone cold stunner call me Flacka

All that shake, do it come with fries?

The way you twerk that ass, got a nigga crosseyed

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Jumpin' out the Range Rover, I popped a box spring

He fucked her then he tagged me. We call it tag team

Fuckin' bitches after shows. We call it tag team

Fuckin' bitches on the road.  We call it tag team