Holiday Season, b*tch!
Don't play with me, bad b*tches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me, all day with me
Okay with me!
That's okay with me, yeah that's okay with me..
Bring that sh*t back!
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
White boys, dope boys, ballplayers, peons
Pull up in Europeans, back-to-back like it's a re-run
My pull up game is disgusting
You pus*y n*ggas disgust me
Smoking on loud and it's musty
Like Hammer: can't touch me
Like desert loud got bricks in Memphis
They think I'm BMF cause I designed myself
Like a n*gga in a casket I'm fresh to death
Intercept a whole shipment
Man Tity Boi on that pimp sh*t!
I like fast food, I eat quick
I told y'all, I got free bricks
I'm ready, like Pastor disaster
Eenie Minie Moe, which car could go faster
My trap house I'm king of this castle
Yellow b*tch fine and her ass a little fatter
Gucci Mane ain't nothing changed, champagne in my campaign
We flyer than two private planes
It's 2 Chainz and Gucci Mane
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Okay with me, yeah that's okay with me
Shawty got them crab legs I got that Old Bay with me
And I got that K with me, I wish they would try b*tch!
Some n*ggas selling wolf tickets and I won't even buy them sh*ts!
I go hard competing, my bankroll conceited
Take you home complete her
Then I skeet her and delete her
Do it with no compassion
Do it without her asking
Yeah I'm from Atlanta
But my jewelry from Alaska!
I was born to be what I was gonna be
Forgiato’s up under me
Concrete up on the deck
Gave the rear-view mirror a heart attack - BOOM!
Bottom. Name a n*gga out here hotter
Playing basketball in my Pradas
Living like it's no tomorrow