[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Gucci, Meek Millie
From ATL to Philly n***a
Real recognize real
Yeah we hood rich
Trap God turn us up

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money gettin n***a
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call up my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard y'all n***as ballin
Then why the fuck you take a loan for?
Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
You n***as know you don't belong here

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane & (Meek Mill)]
All my n***as smoking strong here
We don't talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of cliques don't get along here
Brick Squad my n***a, we rock our own gear
I'm on the grass sittin on the lawn chair
I hope that you don't read me wrong
But if I go pull out that tone there
I bet that you don't make it home
I'm in the traphouse with my Long Johns
And I been trapping all day long
They call me Baking Soda Armstrong
Before it dry, that shit be gone

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money gettin n***a
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call up my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard y'all n***as ballin
Then why the fuck you take a loan for?
(You'd better stay up outta Philly, n***a
You know you pussies don't belong here)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Rose go on my bottle six
Half a mill on foreign whip
I'm in it well with a foreign bitch
I'm on a bright strap and she on this dick
Just bow there you lame
You diamonds look strange
I'm grinding like Wayne, when he on that skateboard I'm sayin'
N***a you new girl's my old bitch
My old bitch your new girl
Young low rich Philly n***a
Them hoes tell me I'm toothed up
I don't need to fuck one on one
Cause when I come I need two girls
That down to fuck like all night
Give them bitches that hard pipe
Ridin with a ho named Keyshia
And we smoking on Keyshia
Young n***a fresh like Easter
Blood dripping on my sneakers
Straight drop, I stick that
I celebrate, I get back
That Molly look like a Tic-Tac
And I tell that ho that I get that like oh

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money gettin n***a
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call up my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard y'all n***as ballin
Then why the fuck you take a loan for?
Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
You n***as know you don't belong here

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I drop a bag on your head n***a
And then locate your ass like onstar
I ain't had to buy shit n***a
My n***a Waka got his own car
You on my dick like you a bitch n***a
Why'on't you go and quote your own bars?
And I don't wanna go back to jail n***a
But you gonna make me catch one more charge
I can look and tell you frail n***a
But you keep on tryin to look hard
Your friends keep aksing what's the smell n***a
That's your motherfucking homeboys

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money gettin n***a
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard y'all n***as ballin
Then why the fuck you take a loan for?
Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
You n***as know you don't belong here