[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Let's go, haha, tick tick
Six spots, twelve stoves, and I need more pots
And I tote more knots than a Boy Scout got

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
The junkies say it’s finger lickin’ how I whip up powder
I took your food and Prada shoes and added me more power
And if you bought some Sour Diesel, then your dream gone sour
I treat your shooters like cowards, make your team look sour
I feed the hood with the bowl like I cook clam chowder
RIP to Steve McNair, that boy right arm was a rifle
I would race you for the car, but look you don't got the title
If you ain't made ten mil, I can't call you my rival
I got your baby mama suckin' on me using saliva
I made the Forbes list bitch, man you just a subscriber
My mam say you just a lyin’ ass, conniving lil’ diver
My n***a killed his own brother, seen that shit in the bible
Man, Joe Blow chose the fork but you chose the screwdriver
I may did never steal a car, but I did cash off on nine of them
I go so hard I make you dump your whole roster to sign me
And you can find me in the six with all my shooters behind me

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)
No grey hair, I ain’t stressin’ the case
Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay
Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face
What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe
Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place
Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say
Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
That right too, I’m having my way
By the bay, I move, penthouse by the lake
They cool, my neighbors, got a gate so you know them folks safe
Got a pool, twelve acres, and a guest house if you wanna stay
Man I’m cool, gettin’ paper, and a custom Cartier
I’m a smooth operator, I got a customer named Sade
And she’ll bug a motherfucker all day, then try to pull up in all grey
I ain’t gon’ play with you, I’m impatient too, ain’t gon’ wait for you
I’m pimpin’ like players do, lean and matching gator shoes, the windbreaker hater proof
N***a lookin’ nervous, Gerber, soft like baby food
Okay cool, I got a plug like no other
No discussion, me and Thugger, waiting on judgement

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)
No grey hair, I ain’t stressin’ the case
Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay
Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face
What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe
Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place
Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say
Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way
I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)
No grey hair, I ain’t stressin’ the case
Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay
Man what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they face
What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe
Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place
Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say
Never forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way
[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]
Oh, Never forget where I came
And it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way
Oh, Never forget where I came
And it’s all ‘cause I’m having my way
Oh, oh, oh, oh