Yo it's gucci brrrr r I p pimp c mane brrrr
This that straight my straight my
Money all day count money all day
Count money all day count money all money all
Count money all day count money all day count money all
Money all money all money all day
Say mane no matta where I go no matter what I do
If chillin' wit' myself or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind so tell me what it do
And if you be like me then you already knew it
We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it
Take it to the table baby chop it up and screw it
'Cause it ain't nothin' to it where come from but to do it
We get it in our hands and then it go right through the fingas
We standin' on the system in a fresh set of swangas
We pop a couple tags put some fresh up on the hangas
That everyday struggle and can't nair n***a change us
Believe that I was famous 'fore I ever did a song
Believe I had a poppin' 'fore a label put me on
It's 2010 and I ain't seein' nothin' wrong
But n***as countin' money all day f**kin' long
Money totin' pistol carrying young n***a thugged out
Very first song I ever dropped was in a d**g house
Razor blades sandwich bags louis shoes stoopid swag
Rubber bands duffle bags small bills trash bags
Apple chain on my neck you know that cost stoopid cash
Maserati for the wash that's that foolish cash
Penitentiary chances '6's on a muscle car
Bun helped me keep it real and watch it take me far
My money don't fold this money here
I ain't make it for no h*es I ain't get this off of shows
Count money all day count money all night
Trust no one wit' my paper so I count my paper twice
I been on wit' out my paper so I sleep wit' it at night
Now I wake up wit' to my paper so I start my day off right
They call me c*****e gotti and it's money over b***hes
Mr everything white he be always in the kitchen
It's me gucci
I'm the s**t b***h you smell me
Ain't no need to check ya sneakers
Three bricks plus a split wit' me then b***h you got a hit
Big money on my leisure pop bottles wit' top models
Wit' my goons in puerto rico yo' girlfriend I'ma freak her
Believe me I'm a giant leave it to the lemurs
I only see my paper plus my cojan on the sanyo
The hottest rapper that you know people look like cujo
Gucci
I get a thousand million ties and sold your guys for uno
So tune into east atlanta please don't change the channel ma
Roll the windows down back up
In my phantom show my automa
Hangin' out my partner naw
Don't you want this autograph
Thinkin' that you angry 'cause my neck look like the mardi gras
