[Intro - Big Boi] Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo All the hoes say:
[Gucci] Hah! Hah! Hah!
[Big Boi] Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post Cut masta swift down your throat
[Verse 1 - Big Boi] Boy stop, Sir Luscious' left foot's on fire Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit Inking hit up after hit This penmanship is so legit I came equipped like a prophylactic Now they riding dicks, like Styling on these suckas out here trying to buy their bitch Now they rich, try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away them drawers Word to the brown James, he some chicken chow mein Really mane, you done say some silly things And the fella Dana Dane Why you cuffing claim to game? Hey my main thang got my last name Yall naw what i mayne!
[Hook - Gucci Mane] I'm on my grind shawty Don't block my shine shawty Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up? Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up I'm on my grind shawty Don't block my shine shawty Wait a minute, wait a minute
Chill a little, sit a minute I can't close my safe no more Cause I got too much money in it
[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane] Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell I smell coming out the lam', f**k it what the hell Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts) Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't fuck with Nia Long Boy: shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on On the block with my stupid watch. Boy you need to stop! When I stop, everybody watch the car without a top In the streets. Cost a stupid check roll another pack Now I'm gone, I can't even flip: Eastside where you at?
[Verse 3 - Big Boi] Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away, shawty With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump Pistol whip in my lap at all times In the 'lac from Atlanta to Savannah, can't a nigga stop that Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive And the weak-minded are falling by the wayside, they try But we shall overcome and succeed, indeed But with success comes a great responsibility We chose to lead not follow It's a hard pill to swallow Better get prescriptions filled Cause there might not be tomorrow