[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
Don't need a money counter, I'll thumb through this shit (Run through it)
Spend it all, get it back, I'm cut for this shit (The glue)
Gucci everything, threw Gucci on my bitch (Yeah)
All these chains on, feelin' like Gucci in '06 (Wow)
All these G's on, shit, my coat cost six (Six racks)
Me and Ri and Mike got on the same kits (Boyz)
Just know great minds think alike (Yup)
Your chain look dim, tell 'em brighten up the light (That bullshit)
ARs on deck, why the fuck would I fight? (Why?)
Wocky on deck, I just need a small Sprite ('Ocky)
Rain at the bar, we gon' be here all night (True)
Tryna keep up, you gon' have to spend the night (Lou Gram)

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Thousand dollars for these shoes that I'm walking in
All you gon' see is double G's whеn I'm walking in
If you ain't got on all Gucci, ain't no talkin' then
Gave the valеt five hundred just to park the Benz
Me, Lou, and Ri got twenty thousand worth of clothing on
Mackin Road, sellin' double G's out a mobile home
Show you lil' n***as how to ball, get my coachin' on
N***as still rocking Gucci Guilty, that's my old cologne

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just hopped out a Jag truck with all Wop on
Me and Lou just damn near got into it 'cause the pop gone
Gucci shirt, belt, hat, plus I got the socks on
2020 'Cat, doin' donuts 'til the shocks gone
Everybody wearin' Gucci 'cause of EDD
Tell Ghazi give me two pints of Act', I'll drop three EPs
Ghetto Boyz shit, on East Warren, just me and P
Bitch, I'm wearin' Gucci every day 'til they free Big P
[Verse 4: Lou Gram]
I'm the G.O.A.T., hatin' on me, wanna see me broke (They do)
Thirty-six on your wrist, n***a, you a joke (Lame)
Had every car, fuck around, buy a boat (I might)
Sip Wock' every day while you sippin' close (Damn)
I ain't never had a big homie, picture that (Picture that)
I ain't never took a loss that I couldn't get back (Real talk)
Ten years I been on, never took a break (Never)
Your pop lookin' light, I'm a real heavyweight (Lou Gram)

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
I know they hate that them Ghetto Boyz run the city
New Gucci boots on my bitch cost thirteen-fifty
I love my Glock and the way it squirt with a fifty
Pop an opp in Gucci, bitch, I put in work feelin' crispy
This a Gucci chop, it got green and red bullets in it
Put gasoline in my 'Wood so it's pullin' different
Rockin' Gucci, cheatin' on my bitch, I made a full commitment
Bustdown Gucci Cuban link, got my jeweler in it
Me and Ri got the whole world tryna spice talk
Lou just walked in with seven chains, cut the lights off
Gucci kicks just to jog around, took the Mikes off
Bro just bet me 10K that I couldn't drink a pint raw

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ninety racks on my neck, ten on my wrist
I get bored, go on Gucci.com, spend ten on a 'fit
Eighty-two hundred for a jacket, I ain't have to swipe it
Shoes ugly, but them bitches expensive, I ain't gotta like it
Bitch, I'm Gucci'd down, fresh as hell, I ain't tryna fight you
I even got a Gucci Bic, my lighter pricy
Two-fifty for a line of Wock', so an eight double G's
Stretch an eight of Morton to a twelve when I'm with double-G
A thousand lil' G's on my pants, y'all can't fuck with me
I think I'm comin' Gucci bucket seats in the Bumblebee
Eight hundred for the tee with the flower package
Called every boutique lookin' for these shoes, I spent an hour askin'
Walked in the Gucci store at Somerset and threw my wallet at 'em
Rolled my pants up just to show my socks, know I'm kinda chatty