[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord fake n***as he keep
But if I shall die before I wake
I pray to Lord real n***as he take

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Me and my top beefin
So I don’t really wanna see him
They call me Gucci Mane la Flare, n***a
And all the kids wanna be him
I told that girl to get lost
Cuz I don’t even like to argue
All this money that I’m makin
They think I’m playing for the Chargers
My jewelery game is retarded
My car game is exotic
The inside my Maserati
Cuz look like hen in the hypnotic
I’m runnin from the paparazzi
But I’m in the Lamborghini
They call me Gucci Debiase
I think I’m fucking Liberace
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Smoking kush with my boys
I’m a walking weed charge
They say I fucked up my lungs
I say it back, it’s my choice
Selling dope with my squad
Old school’s in my yard
I got a Chevy so clean
And a cutlass so hard
They city's getting real hot
So I took off of my top
I got the number one spot
I’m coming down my block

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost
[Verse 3: Birdman]
Dragging from the old school in my new school
Top missing, n***a with my new tool
Same ways with my new juice
Getting money on these young fools
You pay for perfect when you’re big time
You pay for perfect when your sun shine
Harley Davidson, 1100
N***a know we got them army guns
Big money when we poppin n***a
Overseas when I’m shoppin n***a
Hella choppers when we choppin n***a
Getting money by the mountain n***a
Uptown with the swag n***a
300 on the dash n***a
Out the pound full of cash n***a
N***a first not last n***a

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I told my top to get lost
Cuz I don’t really like ceilings
I told a bitch to get lost
I think I hurt the girl feelings
So I hit the gas and get lost
I hit the thrust and get lost
I’m in that new Rolls Royce
If you don’t like it get lost