1: 2 Chainz] Who me? Aint' shit Sittin' court-side at All-Star And this? Givenchy My shirt covered in all stars And y'all wasn't wearing gold watches 'Til you seen us wearing gold watches And you may have a hit bitch But this one'll knock the ball park And oh! lawnmower, just for the snake boys Shoot your ass into pieces, man And deliver it to your front door Oh! Encore, they want more, they're fans now Got your girl ass clapping, hands down Don't approach me with your hands out Sittin' down I still stand out Tall nigga with jewelry on Like Christmas lights on a damn house It's me, and I'm cool with it You don't know what to do with yourself When I do it, I'm doing it fresh Born to do it, so I do it to death Climbing the steps, welcome my dawgs We don't get along, I'm tellin' 'em fetch Hit 'em like "PA! " Hit 'em like "PA! " Shoot up the spot and I'm leavin' like "Ah! " Okay, you know I started from scratch I got to the strip club just to relax I get a flat tire, I buy a new car You know what time it is, check the Rolex If you keep whining, baby, you gon' lose me Better choose me, baby, come choose me So fine that I let the girl use me But I don't ever get used up, usually (turn up, turn up) Baby use, me – baby, use me Baby use, me – baby, you can use me Baby use, me – you can use me But I don't ever get used up, usually Makin' no noise That nigga ain't makin' no noise (nah, nah) Makin' no noise No niggas ain't makin' no noise (shut up) Makin' no noise Them niggas ain't makin' no noise (nah, nah) Makin' no noise That nigga ain't makin' no noise (shut up) If you're an ugly hoe, I can't leave with ya If you're a broke nigga, can't smoke weed with ya If you ain't a boss then I can't sip lean with ya I'm not a rapper, bitch, I'm a mob figure 4-58, it's a centerpiece These hoe niggas ain't seen half of me Got a pimp cup, I'm in the strip club And the difference is these hoes ask for me LaFlare, nigga, I'm rare, nigga Can't match shit nigga You a bad nigga? Well I'm a bad killer You a fuck nigga, I don't fuck with ya 2 Chainz, nigga, my cous-cous All my cousins sell drugs My brother sent a pack, I fell in love And told everyone I know I sell bud All I rock is designer clothes All I take is designer drugs So geeked up couldn't find the club Woke up on the beach with a bag of bud (damn) 2 Chainz, two times, got major money More money than a label tryna sign a thug Ain't seein' y'all sayin' y'all wanna sign with me 'Cause the artists you've got ain't hot enough...

We got London on da Track Drop top, wop If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed I've got a chick so fine, make a blind man see her She runnin' through my mind, that's a fine idea And I ain't Blake Griffin, I don't drive no Kia If it ain't 10 mil, I can't sign no deal I'm all about a check, fresh Nikes, let's do it And I spy a bitch that wanna scrape, get to it Trap tutorial, ridin' down Memorial From the bando to the Waldorf Astoria If you don't like to see niggas shine, then close your eyes then I'll be on a private island, vibin' to violins Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author And I'm the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane's the father Eight figure nigga just walked into Walter's If you ain't gettin' money then move out of Georgia 100 tapes and goin', go check my discography The freshest nigga livin', go check your photography Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed I just drove the Tesla with both eyes closed Made a 100 thousand on the one-eyed stove Two-tone Wraith and a two-tone PP Walked out of Gucci with the two-tone GG Bulletproof Rhino, coke color albino Yeah, my sauce A1, no Fogo de Chão Makin' money in piles sellin' people the Pyro Click the link in the bio, I'm the illest that I know I'm the illest to rivals, all my cars got a title Had to Roc just like Tidal, sell a preacher the Bible I'm a hustler for real, sell a hospital vital Sell my cousin some Adderall 'cause he takin' his finals Tity Boi your highness, make it through any crisis All I do is look straight, all the bullshit behind us Got the 'ier on the bracelet, got the 'ier on the frame Got the 'ier on the watch, 'ier to the game Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed Don't mean to brag and boast, but I be fresher than most Ran through my first million playin' on the West Coast Keep some pretty girls 'round me everywhere that I go We made it out the streets, pop a bottle, let's make a toast I run circles 'round scrap niggas with a blindfold And she said "Let's make love", want me to fuck with my eyes closed But lil' mama so fine when she took her clothes off I went straight in it both eyes closed (You're crazy bruh) Ha, wait a minute, I'm fresh as fuck, let me strike a pose Hands down, iced up, white and rose gold She walkin' 'round my penthouse in my Versace robe Since a juvenile I stuck to the G code Servin' out the kitchen but I never touched the stove I told my bitch "You mine's now, you ain't gotta work Just keep it real and let's go spend the mils" Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed

1(Gucci Mnae) I pull up to club valet park my coupe/I'm lookin on The ground kuz I lost my damn roof I can sit real high but I'm squatin real low/In a 07' Lambo same color smoke Yo girl in my ride, can ya drive a stick?/10 grand in My pocket like I sold a half a brick Red monkeys on my ass, gucci's on my face, pradas On my feet, on my wrist i got that Jac Don't ya like my chain don't ya like my grill/Aint I fresh aint I fly baby girl just keep it real Wit my paint like snot wit them green booger guts/I Blow my nose wit hunneds I don' give a flyin fuck Walked through the club showed love to the DJ/left went Home and made it rain on the freeway Gucci mane la flare AKA zone 6 shawty/hunned pack Of pills turned the club into a block party I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up To the club lift both doors up, Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up To the club lift both doors up, Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up 2(Suga Suga) Everythings new fresh out of the wraper/pull Fresh out off of the lot wit them thangs in a wraper.hold on Push button doors go up at the same time/ Kush burnin now i'm flushin know its game time I'm ridin down campbellton wit both doors up/ Perssae in the changer wit the dro rolled up Spent 10 thousand in a day thats off a blunt in a Row/200 thousand in a safe I bout to stunt on a hoe She like don't leave me, bitch you better get you a passport Believe me hoe we carry straps like the task force Its easy practice like you takin a crash course/ You down to yo final hour you makin yo last choice I pull up to the club smokin on a kush pack/I walk Off in the front and get the whole line pushed back Give ya boy a chance get yo whole life fucked up /Do it wit no hands now i'm so fuckin iced up I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up To the club lift both doors up, Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up I'm a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup, Pull up to the Club lift both doors up, Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up

[Hook 1: Gucci Mane] Get it back, get it back Bitch, I know I get it back Give a fuck bout that little paper Cause I know I get it back [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got cash, cash on fire Cash on hand, cash on deck Give me everything 3 X And all 12's up off that rack Wash my stash with Ajax Me and Tit, back to back And we ridin' around, smoking Kush by the pound Like how it ride but we love how it sound Drop-top Lam so low to the ground Just like a snail, I'm close to the earth Waves on my temp, so a ho gotta surf Hollering rock - when you're scared, go to church Me and Slim Dunk in the club throwing racks Go into the trap and I get it right back Want 10 bricks? You can get it right now Pull to the trap house, come to the back Riding domestic with the trunk in the back Riding in a foreign, so the trunk in the front Sixty thousand cash just for me to roll blunts Standing in front, blowing kush through her dress Five grand just to see her dance Ten grand just to see her tats Jump in the corner and he smoking on her clit Waiting on you, so he get it right back [Hook 1] [Hook 2: Gucci Mane] In the club, throwin' money I done run through me some racks Give a fuck bout that little paper I know I get it back Get it back, get it back Bitch, I know I get it back Give a fuck bout that little paper Cause I know I get it back [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Get it back, get it back Yeah, you know I get it back Shorty say she want my name So I bought that bitch a tat I walk in this bitch with racks Tell them, come and get this paper Yeah, my bitch is made in Asia And I'm icy like a glacier Get your baby momma Take her then make her You date her, then fuck her I fuck her, then date her Everything is on the up Like a elevator Gucci Mane and Tity Boi College Park and Decatur Now I do it for the haters Started with a Buick LeSabre Ended with that Ferrari Tell me, meet me up out in Vegas Got so many acres I don't ever see my neighbors Niggas say they want a mil I put money on the table [Hook 1] [Hook 2]

And when you spiral through the atmosphere All they see is motion They never see the tears, they never feel the pain They always think it's nothing but it's something, such a shame So caught up in the fantasy, humanity has made a love story out of tragedy But there is no romance in life that's on the ledge And there's no one to talk you down and tuck you in the bed Lord, it's so ironic that it's funny Of something for the books or the bars To bob your head and nod I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it So sad they were mistaken, the joy they tried to take it Mama said that "The best thing you can do and be is you This world ain't got but one, so give credit where it is due" Ain't that the truth And here you are, a black unicorn Mythical, mystical, since the day that you were born Mastered all the madness, let the magic have his way Let the power paint the day, let the god have his say Cause there's a place that you can go, no one else is allowed Sitting up on your cloud, so high when you look down Just glance upon the beauty and the wonder to be found Then know that you can stop your search, cause love is all around Yeah! Free at last, free at last That's what I said when i got out my last deal Some people can't relate, sleep is the cousin of death, that is some Nas shit And when it's cold outside, so your pipes won't bust, turn on your faucet Drip, fuck the water bill, we stay in apartments And everything is a obstacle When they watching you, the hospital needs a hospital Now they mocking you, they say the flattery is sincere I rhyme like a nigga younger than me by ten years Yeah, and that's my car talking Old school running with the dogs barking Hop out that bitch like I'm selling coffins Weed so strong, I be seldom coughing And I'm covered in Balmain Instagram pics of my lobster omelette Selling that Parkay, life ain't no arcade Now I got more nines than the fourth grade It's all I really want It's all I really want to be It's all I really need I want, I want and I believe You thought you had the best of me But now I'm what you need Hear ye, hear ye, you can't come near me Competition best to fear me Lyrically I could be Talib Kweli But with gold teeth it'd be hard for some to believe I leave them pussies stinking, they need Summer's Eve I practised rapping [?] I need 100 G's 100 M's, hug and squeeze Dad kept this in the dungarees, I'm not a rat but I love the cheese I change hoes like I change gears And my yard so big I got pet deers And my homies try to act like I ain't real I put my apron on, I taught myself how to make meals You need a focus group, my group focused Hit them [?] jokers with the hocus pocus I'm the dopest, you can quote this, underscore, it's just me and [?] Dirty ass niggas, we'll sell your ass a ki of soap I done seen them rich, I done seen them broke I done seen it all, watched a pregnant lady smoke When the baby come out, he gon' be geeked You never know, he might come out to feed me It's all I really want It's all I really want to be It's all I really need I want, I want and I believe You thought you had the best of me But now I'm what you need

We are the black rose Let no one doubt our course Rise up and let them feel our thorns And freedom will be ours We are the black-thorned rose Singing songs for the unsung Rise up and let them hear our roar The lowborn's day has come A flower shall grow where a peasant's blood flows Our lives they have taken all the seeds they have sold Rise up from the soil we till Rise up from the soil that they owe We are the black rose Let no one doubt our course Rise up and let them feel our thorns So freedom may be ours We are the black-thorned rose Singing songs for the unsung Rise up and let them hear our roar The lowborn's day has come For each rose they cut down Another will grow 'Til the land is covered with petals like snow No light in your castles, no light in your gold Our fight is undying Our truth will be told We are the black rose Let no one doubt our course Rise up and let them feel our thorns And freedom will be ours We are the black-thorned rose Singing songs for the unsung Rise up and let them hear our roar The lowborn's day has come We are the black-thorned rose Let our voice be our blade as one Rise up and let them feel our thorns The lowborn's day has come