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  • 作词 : Radric Davis
    作曲 : Radric Davis
    (Intro)
    Rich niggas is back
    It’s the little Rochy right here
    I know yall love it when we get together
    Let’s get em Gucci

    (Verse)
    I’m walkin with my strap, I give a **** a nigga searchin
    Don’t keep it in the car, I got that pistol on person
    You pissed Flocka Flame – you dissed the ****in wrong person
    Run up on Gucci Mane – you be another dead person
    I toss em in the river – now the whole city searchin
    The AK hit his ass and now that nigga need a surgeon
    Try me in this club then I’m gon shut it down early
    Scene was so sick that the police start hurling

    (Interlude)
    Undisputed Dynamic Duo in the building
    Stand up for this shit man
    We raised yall niggas
    DJ Holiday, Gucci Mane
    Trap Back 2 niggas

    (Verse)
    I’m walkin with my strap, I give a **** a nigga searchin
    Don’t keep it in the car, I got that pistol on person
    You pissed Flocka Flame – you dissed the ****in wrong person
    Run up on Gucci Mane – you be another dead person
    I toss em in the river – now the whole city searchin
    The AK hit his ass and now that nigga need a surgeon
    Try me in this club then I’m gon shut it down early
    Scene was so sick that the police start hurling
    East Atlanta zone 6 niggas so thirsty
    That shop with you Tuesday and rob your ass Thursday
    One years old and he already start cursin
    12 years old and he already start servin

    (Hook)
    If you ain’t getting money then I think you don’t deserve it
    You reach for my chain you be another dead person
    Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect
    Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you’re nervous
    I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple
    You’re talkin to the cops, ***** nigga I know you’re worthless
    Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains
    The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase?

    (Verse)
    **** it cuz the young nigga turfin
    If you ain’t getting no money then these ******* feel you’re worthless
    Oh you a live-wire? Then I’mma make you short-circuit
    These clown ass niggas need to go work in the circus
    Million dollar nigga but I still eat Church's
    You try me in these Church's then my boy then start burstin
    When he died and this Boosy mama feel he didn’t deserved it
    Box cutter in my pocket, I carve yo ass up like a turkey
    Put that on my squad, I ain’t gon let no nigga hurt me
    My gun do all my talkin and I know you niggas heard me
    Old school vet like I’m ****in James Worthy
    But I’m shootin from the corner like I’m ****in Bobby Hurley

    (Hook)
    If you ain’t getting money then I think you don’t deserve it
    You reach for my chain you be another dead person
    Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect
    Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you’re nervous
    I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple
    You’re talkin to the cops, ***** nigga I know you’re worthless
    Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains
    The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase?

    (Verse: Wooh Da Kid)
    Money makin me, no it’s money makin Wooh Da
    My youngin 13 like a 3rd world shooter
    In a couple years he’ll be taking over blocks
    AK47, got him takin over spots
    The only thing I see in the mirror is me
    Before you catch me slippin it’s gon be a first degree
    Word around town you a mother****in hater
    We ****ed the same *****, the only difference is you paid er
    If you ain’t getting money you a mother****in joke
    Reachin for my strap if a nigga going broke
    Screamin adios, left from bacon from the toast
    One minute here, next minute you a ghost (adios)

    (Hook)
    If you ain’t getting money then I think you don’t deserve it
    You reach for my chain you be another dead person
    Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect
    Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you’re nervous
    I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple
    You’re talkin to the cops, ***** nigga I know you’re worthless
    Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains
    The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase?

    Gucci!
  • 作词 : Radric Davis
    作曲 : Radric Davis
    (Intro)
    Rich niggas is back
    It’s the little Rochy right here
    I know yall love it when we get together
    Let’s get em Gucci

    (Verse)
    I’m walkin with my strap, I give a **** a nigga searchin
    Don’t keep it in the car, I got that pistol on person
    You pissed Flocka Flame – you dissed the ****in wrong person
    Run up on Gucci Mane – you be another dead person
    I toss em in the river – now the whole city searchin
    The AK hit his ass and now that nigga need a surgeon
    Try me in this club then I’m gon shut it down early
    Scene was so sick that the police start hurling

    (Interlude)
    Undisputed Dynamic Duo in the building
    Stand up for this shit man
    We raised yall niggas
    DJ Holiday, Gucci Mane
    Trap Back 2 niggas

    (Verse)
    I’m walkin with my strap, I give a **** a nigga searchin
    Don’t keep it in the car, I got that pistol on person
    You pissed Flocka Flame – you dissed the ****in wrong person
    Run up on Gucci Mane – you be another dead person
    I toss em in the river – now the whole city searchin
    The AK hit his ass and now that nigga need a surgeon
    Try me in this club then I’m gon shut it down early
    Scene was so sick that the police start hurling
    East Atlanta zone 6 niggas so thirsty
    That shop with you Tuesday and rob your ass Thursday
    One years old and he already start cursin
    12 years old and he already start servin

    (Hook)
    If you ain’t getting money then I think you don’t deserve it
    You reach for my chain you be another dead person
    Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect
    Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you’re nervous
    I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple
    You’re talkin to the cops, ***** nigga I know you’re worthless
    Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains
    The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase?

    (Verse)
    **** it cuz the young nigga turfin
    If you ain’t getting no money then these ******* feel you’re worthless
    Oh you a live-wire? Then I’mma make you short-circuit
    These clown ass niggas need to go work in the circus
    Million dollar nigga but I still eat Church's
    You try me in these Church's then my boy then start burstin
    When he died and this Boosy mama feel he didn’t deserved it
    Box cutter in my pocket, I carve yo ass up like a turkey
    Put that on my squad, I ain’t gon let no nigga hurt me
    My gun do all my talkin and I know you niggas heard me
    Old school vet like I’m ****in James Worthy
    But I’m shootin from the corner like I’m ****in Bobby Hurley

    (Hook)
    If you ain’t getting money then I think you don’t deserve it
    You reach for my chain you be another dead person
    Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect
    Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you’re nervous
    I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple
    You’re talkin to the cops, ***** nigga I know you’re worthless
    Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains
    The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase?

    (Verse: Wooh Da Kid)
    Money makin me, no it’s money makin Wooh Da
    My youngin 13 like a 3rd world shooter
    In a couple years he’ll be taking over blocks
    AK47, got him takin over spots
    The only thing I see in the mirror is me
    Before you catch me slippin it’s gon be a first degree
    Word around town you a mother****in hater
    We ****ed the same *****, the only difference is you paid er
    If you ain’t getting money you a mother****in joke
    Reachin for my strap if a nigga going broke
    Screamin adios, left from bacon from the toast
    One minute here, next minute you a ghost (adios)

    (Hook)
    If you ain’t getting money then I think you don’t deserve it
    You reach for my chain you be another dead person
    Big Guwap, why they call me Mr. Perfect
    Then look me in my eyes when you see me cuz you’re nervous
    I murk your homeboy and I smoked a pound of purple
    You’re talkin to the cops, ***** nigga I know you’re worthless
    Hard top Rolls, smoking kush behind the curtains
    The word just came in, wutchu wanna purchase?

    Gucci!