[Hook: Gucci Mane] Baby, you so fly, I gotta let you know something Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something Page one of them corner boys, them young niggas don't know nun Top grade *********, baby, I just wanna smoke something Can you roll one? Tell me, can you roll one? Can you roll one? Tell me, can you roll one? Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something I gotta let you know something, I'm gon' let you hold something
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Copped two girls look just like you and we gon' have a foursome I got so much dro to roll, I think I wanna roll one I ain't none of these average joe, respect the fact, got cabbage, ho I ain't no horse and carriage, ho, I'm not with no marriage, ho Gucci Mane go Macho Man on a *****, Randy Savage If you sicker than a big **** [?] then Big Guwop got the antidote Diamonds on my pinky finger, same size as a cantaloupe [?] just like a antelope Gucci Mane just cuttin' down trees, you don't know, *****, call Geronimo This money got me ten times more swagged out than I was a month ago And this paper got me too turnt up, just blasted off a blunt ago I turn Cassie to a nasty ho, Rihanna to a classy ho
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Get you out them panties, lay you on that sofa It's just like a sandwich, come and eat this cold cut Baby girl feelin' herself, hands on her hips like "So what?" Swear to God she bent down for too long, it's time to go up Lil money, *****, it's time to grow up Get to grindin', grab the weed, get the blunts and roll up Them club owners know what's up, them girls wanna roll with us They love how we showin' up, show up, big faces, throw up Me and Gucci brought cash to the club Smokin' out the bag in the club Hold on, gotta gas in the club Rich Homie ***** got the fattest ass in the club Niggas mad in the club ***** [?] We gon' pull up last to the club Me and Meech still passin' on girls Drivin' with money, got cash in the car, shawty
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Gucci ain't poppin', he think that he poppin' That arrogant, ugly lil' son of a ***** Swear that he fresh and he think that he rich I'm gon' try hit every car that he get Pardon my pimpin', man, pardon my pimpin' Man, pardon my pimpin', excuse my fish Come out the hip, shoot off the rip Pick the grip up, man, I'm coming equipped Pity the fool, pity the fool Get a [?] when I'm late on the rent Straight in [?], can't see past the tint Lay in your britches, I'm pitching a tent Yes, I admit, broke as a ***** No window to throw out a pot and the piss Bright as a *****, pardon my French My Rollie is yellow so pardon the piss I'm talking to Tony, I told you you monkey I warned you and warned you, now pay me me money I'll make you regret that you came to my country What would possess you to play with me money? [?] from monday to monday Sunday to sunday, friday to thursday Run up on me, you thought you was splurging Hit in the head and in need of a surgeon
[Hook]
[Hook: Gucci Mane] Baby, you so fly, I gotta let you know something Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something Page one of them corner boys, them young niggas don't know nun Top grade *********, baby, I just wanna smoke something Can you roll one? Tell me, can you roll one? Can you roll one? Tell me, can you roll one? Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something I gotta let you know something, I'm gon' let you hold something
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Copped two girls look just like you and we gon' have a foursome I got so much dro to roll, I think I wanna roll one I ain't none of these average joe, respect the fact, got cabbage, ho I ain't no horse and carriage, ho, I'm not with no marriage, ho Gucci Mane go Macho Man on a *****, Randy Savage If you sicker than a big **** [?] then Big Guwop got the antidote Diamonds on my pinky finger, same size as a cantaloupe [?] just like a antelope Gucci Mane just cuttin' down trees, you don't know, *****, call Geronimo This money got me ten times more swagged out than I was a month ago And this paper got me too turnt up, just blasted off a blunt ago I turn Cassie to a nasty ho, Rihanna to a classy ho
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Get you out them panties, lay you on that sofa It's just like a sandwich, come and eat this cold cut Baby girl feelin' herself, hands on her hips like "So what?" Swear to God she bent down for too long, it's time to go up Lil money, *****, it's time to grow up Get to grindin', grab the weed, get the blunts and roll up Them club owners know what's up, them girls wanna roll with us They love how we showin' up, show up, big faces, throw up Me and Gucci brought cash to the club Smokin' out the bag in the club Hold on, gotta gas in the club Rich Homie ***** got the fattest ass in the club Niggas mad in the club ***** [?] We gon' pull up last to the club Me and Meech still passin' on girls Drivin' with money, got cash in the car, shawty
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Gucci ain't poppin', he think that he poppin' That arrogant, ugly lil' son of a ***** Swear that he fresh and he think that he rich I'm gon' try hit every car that he get Pardon my pimpin', man, pardon my pimpin' Man, pardon my pimpin', excuse my fish Come out the hip, shoot off the rip Pick the grip up, man, I'm coming equipped Pity the fool, pity the fool Get a [?] when I'm late on the rent Straight in [?], can't see past the tint Lay in your britches, I'm pitching a tent Yes, I admit, broke as a ***** No window to throw out a pot and the piss Bright as a *****, pardon my French My Rollie is yellow so pardon the piss I'm talking to Tony, I told you you monkey I warned you and warned you, now pay me me money I'll make you regret that you came to my country What would possess you to play with me money? [?] from monday to monday Sunday to sunday, friday to thursday Run up on me, you thought you was splurging Hit in the head and in need of a surgeon
