Freestyle

[Intro: Gucci]

The work hard

The work is hard

And art

(And art)

On God

We hard

Rock solid

Let’s do it

Young Ralph (ay)

Young Gucci (Gucci)

My belt is Louis (Louis)

I am yours truly

My diamonds are stupid

My watch is crazy

Young Ralph (ay)

Money makers

[Verse 1: Young Ralph]

Money makers

Me & Gucci man

We could spend a hundred stacks off in Gucci Land

I ain’t gotta rap, I could stay the trap

Call my partna up, we could make it happ

I done fucked up and caught the flow right back

When I fell off I had bounced right back

Not with fifty grand but like a half a million

Now since I work hard I got a couple more millions

And I can get in the hood fuckin’ wit my partner

You know me, you fuck wit me you gonna need a doctor

I don’t play wit handguns I just play wit choppers

When I get that beef, man, I love to play wit whoppers

I got that from my partna Gucci, you know he rock Louis, man

I can go wit him together we go get somе Louis man

Go to any club in any city fuck dem rappers

Fuck all y’all pussy robbers, wе the real jackers

Straight off the top, dawg

[Verse 2: Gucci]

That how we feel

This is how we feel right now

How we feel right now

Right now, right now, I’m so high right now

Theres a very high n**** in his backyard now

Me and Ralph yeah we smoke it out the pound

And I’m sittin’ on 28’s I’m so high above the ground

See it sound like skrrrt when I scrape the sides

Big beater shawty, got your mouth wide

Open up your eyes, cause I got the fries

But yous a small fry, I’m a wise guy, I got mob ties

I’m a boss n****, I see ya snake eyes

You just scrapped out

Trap-Tacular, trap school now