[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Burr
Cook that shit up, Quay
Burr
Bling, blaow
Bling, blaow

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
This dope'll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made 'em open it
Dr. Trap-enstein, and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough, so I don't even wanna hit
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
And I told the dealer he can keep the top 'cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up, seen a done bitch
Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Yeah
Hop out that new Maybach like I come from paper (Like my fam, bitch)
You been cuffin' bitches, you a super-saver (Superhero)
My lil' boy already rich, he got my future paper (Trust fund)
We just parked the Wraith inside the elevator (Elevator)
Tootsies on Tuesday, in a private room making a movie (Movie)
I got some vibes with me getting groovy (Groovy)
We at the top floor in a jacuzzi (Jacuzzi)
Ridin' with some hot boys like I'm Juvie (Lil Wayne)
I'm on that dumb shit like I'm Gucci (Guwop)
I just spent twenty-six thousand in Gucci (Gucci)
Go ask about me, this shit ain't no new cheese
I was gettin' money before it was music (Music)
I don't drink, I don't sip, I abuse it ('Buse it)
How I did what I did, got 'em clueless (Clueless)
Think these Adderalls got me all lucid (Yeah)
Got your bitch on my drip, she been choosin' (Yeah)
She been checkin' me out, I been movin' (Yeah)
So much money, it's getting confusin' (Yeah)
Only winnin', ain't doin' no losin' (Yeah)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
This dope'll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made 'em open it
Dr. Trap-enstein, and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough, so I don't even wanna hit
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
And I told the dealer he can keep the top 'cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up, seen a done bitch
Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Show me that pussy cat 'cause El Gato got a cat wrist (Brr)
Shooter got that rocket on him, call him James Harden
We be straight ballin', wet T-shirt contest
Top off, call us up, the coupe color Sunkist (It's Gucci)
I be going hard on 'em, I'm on that Lil Pump shit (Pump)
I don't even know how my money got so retarded
Trap God (Trap God), Gucci sandals on like I was Jesus (Yeah)
Bitch fine as Kim K, and these are not Yeezys (It's Gucci)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
This dope'll make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made 'em open it
Dr. Trap-enstein, and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough, so I don't even wanna hit
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
And I told the dealer he can keep the top 'cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up, seen a done bitch
Gucci on that don shit, so wealthy that my son rich
[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Wizzop (Hah)
Lil Baby