[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Cheya, cheya
East Atlanta Chicken talkin n***a
I paid. I paid a lot of money for that
I paid twenty thousand dollars for this beat just to bang in the club
Five thousand for a choppa man I'mma shoot somethin up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
My Wonder Woman bracelet match my He-Man watch
My Batman car made Cat Woman stop
This Spiderman Kush is sticky as a spider web
And it's so loud that you can smell it in Fort Lauderdale
Three ex men fell victim to my .40 cal
Little smurfs tryna act like they was Gargamel
I'm Gatman Gucci, know I keep a Joker gun
The AK with a loaded shawty red drum
"It's a bird" "it's a plane" "nah it's supermane"
Girlfriend please, nah that's just Gucci Mane
My swag change like im rapping with another brain
I go hard spongebob n***a you a lame
Like Garfield, Odin, N***a, I'mma dog
And whatchu call that, man I call it chicken talk
Like Bugs Bunny, big money, got a lotta cash
A shotgun like Elmer Fudd to kill these dirty wabbits

[interlude: Gucci Mane]
Cheya.. It's Gucci, n***a
It feels like I'm a down south 50 (50cent) n***a
I feel like I'm east side Busta Rhymes right now
Two chains on, three bracelets, n***a
In my two seater, n***a
Copped it off the showroom floor, n***a
What's up, Marquis Daniels, I see you, n***a
Ball player money like I play for the Pacers with you, n***a
What's happenin?
Ah, Pimp C. UGK, bitch!
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I smoke purple weed, purple as Barney dog
That crack rock done turned your mama to a Island Bar
That cat with the pack, mix it with the isotol
The Grinch stole christmas, Gucci just stole eighty pounds
If I could change a carton, I would change once
I'd make Jerry chase Tom with a handgun
Fifty five tweety birds in my white truck
I'm still pissed cause my cousin smoked my last blunt
I still got it like that n***a with that weak kush
Short temper, throwin fists, like I'm Heathcliff
Sellin babies, in the 6, call em little bills
Twelve fifty for a baby that's a good deal
A transformer Benz sittin on some slick wheels
Bright yellow rims, same color my Bart Simp
I say go go gadget then the car cranks
Go steady pussy n***a, step up his car game

[Outro: Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane]
Ayo, Gucci Mane.. listen, i've got good new, and i've got bad news
The good news is, your album sells just tripled, you got shows going over sea for triple the profit my n***a
Bad news is, your best friends snitchin on you
Whatchu gonna do about that my n***a?
Shit, everybodies snitchin on me, n***a
I don't even keep no phone, n***a
My hoes cain't even keep up with me
It's Gucci Mane
[Verse 3]
See I'm a junk yard dog, not a Scooby Doo
I got that white girl, true, I'm talking Betty Boo
A hundred gallons of that yellow, talk that Winne Poo
So if I pull this Hummer over I'mma make the news
The way I'm spittin on the mic it's like I'm Daffy Duck
And I ain't Richy Rich, bitch, but I'm rich as fuck
Got Shawty Redd on the track, that's a lot of change
Then man this beats gonna bang for a hundred days
Strip club, dance club, every DJ
Gucci Mane and Shawty Redd, fuckin let it play
Throw some money in the air, we gon make it rain
Rotten n***as get sprayed tryna make a name
A thunk it long, King Kong, then I took his chain
But I gave it back cause our diamonds wasn't the same
See you can keep it mane, I'm gonna step it up a tad
It's Gucci Mane and this song is Nickolodeon