[Intro: Gucci Mane, DJ Drama & The London Bulgarian Choir]
Дей, гиди, пушка-бойл—
Bustas (I know) Gansta Grillz, bastards (I know)
It's not fair, I agree, I totally agree, it's not
It's Gucci, (Hahaha) what's happenin'? Burr
DJ Drama, what's happenin'? (Mr. Thanksgiving) Gansta Grillz
Gucci, Drizzy Drake, and Gucci
It's Gucci, what's happenin'? (I'm shivering) Burr
DJ Drama, what's happenin'? (Ya know what I mean?) Gansta Grillz
Gucci, Drizzy Drake, and Gucci
It's Gucci, what's happenin'? Burr (Guccimerica)
DJ Drama, what's happenin'? (We've landed) Gansta Grillz
Gucci, Drizzy Drake, and Gucci
Ha (1017), they ain't expect this one
Expect the unexpected, motherfucker
It's Gucci

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
From Zone Six to the SWATS, I'ma keep the block burnin'
Long as the world keep turnin', money I'm gon' be earnin' (Ha)
From Zone Six to the SWATS, I'ma keep the block burnin'
From Zone Six to the SWATS, I'ma keep the block burnin'
Long as the world keep turnin', money I'm gon' be earnin' (Ha, ha)
Lost my train of thought, if someone find it, return it
You n***as wanna beat me like my children, I'm hearin' (Shh)
You come between my paper route, that's pass interference
Now cash interference, I shine just like my earrings (Bling)
It's fifty K today, twelve bars, a featured appearance
My sneaker bill cost more than what you make in a year, man (Ha)
Don't near man, there's no one near man, you're like a cheer man
No coachin', Gucci the GM and you're the beer man
Don't try me like I'm a pussy, another tin man
I rap and I push bricks, so you can call it R&B, man
Gucci
[Interlude: DJ Drama]
I got a new side job
I'm hip-hop security
And what that means is
I'm takin' all credentials
What you say, what you do, accomplishments, accolades
I'm like the airport, all identification will be checked
Drama

[Verse 2: Drake & DJ Drama]
Look, uh, feelin' sorry for the runner-up
I'm still awake, gettin' money when the sun is up (Huh?)
And they keep sayin' how they need me to deliver
'Cause they hate it when a rookie star doesn't put the numbers up (Ew)
Man, hate is so passé, catch me in a Tom Ford suit on draft day, n***a
And it's just me and my money
Y'all don't even get to play when y'all are leading by twenty
Yeah, I infiltrated the game
I was hesitant at first and feared what it would change
Now I'm high off the success and faded off of the fame
And still I managed to keep all of my opinions the same
Man, I am so far gone, bitch, I'm outta here
Hotter than standin' inside rockin' outerwear
I want it all, man, I never learned how to share
I also can no longer converse with you thousandaires
Wow, I swear I'm killin' shit, I'm killin' shit
Shout-out to the n***as I just made a couple million with
Yeah, from the beginnin' to the end
Know I'm into makin' history, not into makin' friends, motherfucker
[Interlude: DJ Drama]
I seen a lot come and go
Some n***as was runnin' too fast
Ran outta breath too quick
Us over here? We pace ourselves
Finish line is way far ahead
You n***as keep gettin' cramps in the race
Don't pass out, baby
Look for me in the rafters

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
Mike bigger baby, it's n***a baby
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Don Dada, I am hot as the Sahara
What I spit in my saliva is a flow hotter than lava
When I grab a microphone, I flame on like Waka Flocka
Got a thirty-eight revolver that I call my problem-solver
Ain't worried 'bout no rappers, they just talk, they just holler
When that fire hit they ass, they'll walk, they crew will follow
Like a pimp, I pop my collar at the prospect of tomorrow
Nas said, "Life's a bitch," so I'ma break her for some dollars
I will never be a simple, sorry sucker stuck in squalor
I will murder every verse I ever versed to get the guala
I am cursed since I first dispersed a dime bag of rocka in exchange for a dollar

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Ayy, to all you other rappers out there
If I'm not eatin' with ya, and you have an opinion about me
Always remember how insignificant your opinion is to the world
Whether you like or dislike me, tomorrow's comin'
So with that said, get on your grind 'cause it's about time, bitch