Yeah, go, white girl, it's ya birthday Go, white girl, it's ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go, white girl, it's ya birthday (Yeah, I know) Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man (Yeah, I know) So I got this twelve pack (Yeah, I know) We blow smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear Sayin', she just wanna party Trunk Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of Zinfandel Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell Pitch and black, I'm Mr. Pale Pack the pack and drink the ale Gettin' drunk, I'm drunk as hell Don't think I can lean my chair Got a toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside 'em, blindside 'em Bitch I'll leave you readin' Brail You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away Got so many hook ups, I could pull the muthafuckin' train Reachin' for the bottles, baby, tell me what you want again I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party She just wanna get wasted, too wasted, so wasted, it's scary Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the EA Jimmy Hendrix Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm roarin' up that rhinoceros She's jockin' and it's obvious I land in your metropolis Don't know who the baby father is But I don't owe no apologies She just want a Harley I'm rollin' up the Marley I'm drunk as Paul McCartney I'm aided by the shawty I'm Gucci Mane, not pootie tang I put it down, don't pick it up Advice to you, don't pick on us Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns We came here with 5 of 'em I leave out with 9 of 'em That's 14 I keep around I want 'em 'til I get tired of 'em I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Cocaine on the table, wish the rappa got 'em choppin' logs Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin' pot Jackie Chan is rollin', rollin', Yelawolf is pourin', pourin' Slow motion got ho's in motion, I think it's the perfect time To put 'em in the mood, to put 'em in the car Take 'em to the house and what Take 'em to the room, take 'em to the mouth How we do it down south, what I'm always going, going Ghettovison is sewing Plowing, growing, growing Crop those things I'm a brewing Catfish Billy, on ya grilly Cook it up, make a mealy Gettin' stupid, gettin' silly Drinkin' beer, oh so chilly Fucked up But I'll tell you that I can't complain Yelawolf and Gucci Mane Keepin' yo bitch in a tame I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Prima, we just wanna party Ha, ha, ha Yela, Gucci, burr That's hard

It's Gucci Mane and Bruno That's one dynamic duo A lot of women want me But I'm in love with you though Your ex is unimportant That boy can't even afford it I drive so many foreigns Baby I should be deported I got a condo in Manhattan Baby girl, what's hatnin'? You and your ass invited So gon' and get to clappin' So pop it for a player Pop, pop it for me Turn around and drop it for a player Drop, drop it for me I'll rent a beach house in Miami Wake up with no jammies (Nope) Lobster tail for dinner Julio serve that scampi (Julio!) You got it if you want it Got, got it if you want it Said you got it if you want it Take my wallet if you want it now Jump in the Cadillac, girl, let's put some miles on it Anything you want, just to put a smile on it You deserve it baby, you deserve it all And I'm gonna give it to you Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like I'm talkin' trips to Puerto Rico Say the word and we go You can be my freaka Girl, I'll be a fleeko, mamacita I will never make a promise that I can't keep I promise that your smile ain't gon' never leave Shopping sprees in Paris Everything 24 karats Take a look in that mirror Now tell me who's the fairest Is it you? (is it you?) Is it me? (is it me?) Say it's us (say it's us) and I'll agree, baby Jump in the Cadillac, girl, let's put some miles on it Anything you want, just to put a smile on it You deserve it baby, you deserve it all And I'm gonna give it to you Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like If you say you want a good time Well here I am baby, here I am baby Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me Tell me what's on your mind (what's on your mind) If you want it, girl come and get it All this is here for you Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby What you tryna do Babe, I like the way you touch me But love the way you fuck me Girl, ain't no need for frontin' 'Cause you're my type of woman Wanna fly you out the country To show you how I'm stuntin' (ya) 'Cause you got what I'm wanting And I got all this money (It's Gucci) Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

Holiday season, is Gucci Holiday season, is Gucci Plain Jane, plain Jane Ppplain Jane, plain Jane I know my body took a lot of ink Know I smoke a lot of stink Bladder piss a lot of pink Cause that lean I like to drink My face got a lot of tats My girl got a lot of gold My mouth talk a lot of shit My dick fuck a lot of hoes My stomach be filled with shrimp Legs limping like a pimp Bezels on my fucking plane Waves all in my temp My mind it be on the prize Hands on with the 9 My trap house it keep in line Cause I am selling dunkinheins Gucci Mane a millionaire My house I be serving there I always be on the road Bank account got several O's My britches be true religion In my kitchen cooking chicken Smoking swishers busting fillings Bought two rarri's spent a million This watch right here cost 90, 000 Plain Jane But I'm a put some rocks off in it anyway You haters they gon hate on you like anyway So imma put some rims on my shit anyway Anyway anyway I thought that I could find another any day Any day anyway It's not that hot outside so imma drop it anyway Maybach's in way back Said way back yes it's out back I mean out back my spent bitch She's got a fat ass and some big tits I fuck with her cause her ass in With hew blow cause her ass in my Louis V shades Plus it match the eight of spades Oh newborns talking automats Got two one plain chain one ice though Nigger try it meat knock some lights out Got goonies but I'm hands-on run a check up my man zone That is A1 LBG free bossy free pinchy You don't want to stand in the way Your house the size of my condo I just rap Shit for the fun hoe last over time free Rocko Young dimes so old school to where street songs Where the money at I want some songs You main bitch and your little sis You know what time it is nigger it's three some This watch right here cost ninety thousand Plain Jane But I'm a put some watch off in it anyway You haters they gonna hate on you like in a way So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway Anyway in a way anyway way I thought that I can find another any day Any day in a way anyway in a way It's not that hot outside but I'm a drop it anyway I drop the top like, "Fuck it" I'm not in no lil' Cutlass I pull up in a "What the... fuck I don't know was it" I know it cost my budget I know the bitches love it I got haters disgusted I'm smoking on that mustard I'm east Atlanta and I say it loud Got a black Ferrari because I'm black and proud I got a yellow one, it's like salt and pepper When I put 'em together they stand out I'm a biker, hitchhiker- That's what you are with your thumb out Got a Spyker with some rims on it, and the back tires they poke out Got a lighter? Let me borrow that so I can smoke me on this ganja! Versace shades- Stevie Wonder. Can't see these niggas they under Your label's a sandcastle: it's about to crumble Like Barry Sanders don't fumble It's Gucci Mane knockin numbers (Gucci!) This watch right here cost ninety thousand Plain Jane But I'm a put some watch off in it anyway You haters they gonna hate on you like in a way So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway Anyway in a way anyway way I thought that I can find another any day Any day in a way anyway in a way It's not that hot outside but I'm a drop it anyway Show some DJ fate my nigga Know what I wanna do We working