All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town I want an ocean view, somewhere As long as I'm next to you, I don't care I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away from here, let's go All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town (Ah, Kygo) I'm Gucci Mane, the champion I'm battling for the title (huh?) I got women say they love me I'm an American idol (wow) I don't like the practice quarter Million for recital I got fans all over in Africa Awaiting my arrival Five million, just on diamonds I call that a bridal shower 300k an hour and is really giving me power (power) Do I really love my, uh (what?) Or do I love her body? (Yah) Do she really love me? (Huh) Or do she love my money? It's Gucci! (Gucci) All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town

Who that is? Lil Kodak It's Gucci! 1800! Look! Cuban on my wrist, Cuban on my neck, your girl on X Money talks, she on the phone high, we havin' phone sex Never duck in front you peons, I ain't full yet Kept it real since the begun, I ain't told yet I done finally got my muscle up, you know I'm gon' flex People rootin' for the hustler, I think I'm on next At your neck, I don't get tired, I ain't gon' rest You gotta play your cards right, them jack boys on deck I gotta keep the fan on, you know them girls gon' sweat I'm tryna put my man on, but he ain't came home yet Kodak Black but my hoe react, she get her own bread I hit your girl with the pole, now she walkin' bowlegged Dirty drink this that prometh, been sippin' Moët I'm just tryna stay focused, ain't tryna go flat You turn cold when the heater on, I know you're gon' melt I've been smokin' broccoli, they say it's good for your health Nah I'm good, I don't need your help, I do it myself I know you don't really love me, you're just lovin' my wealth It's lil Kodak, the finesse kid, walkin' like a leg Hittin' licks, now I'm droppin' hits, mouthpiece cost a brick In the club, vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique All she wanted was to take a pic But now she gettin' hit In the club, vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique Vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique In the club, vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique All she wanted was to take a pic But now she gettin' hit In the club, vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique Vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique Lock me in a box, but I'm comin' out swingin' Watch 200 so I'm comin' out blingin' Somethin' like the wind, can't touch, just hear me Suckas can't see me, but they damn sure feel me They say, "Gucci Mane gone, the rap game ain't nothin'" Soon as he left, the coke price start jumpin' Walk around the club like I walked around the yard Nigga I'm the trap god, you tryna look hard I'll never ever ever ask the police to protect me Never ever ever let a rapper disrespect me Next time from Gucci Mane, gun clappin' gon' happen Put a cap to the cap and see my bullets tap dancin' In the club, vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique All she wanted was to take a pic But now she gettin' hit In the club, vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique Vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique In the club, vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique All she wanted was to take a pic But now she gettin' hit In the club, vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique Vibin' in this bih Vibin' with my clique

Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Hold up, Baby (Baby) You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it? I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit? They know I would pay for them to get a facelift Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement Opps talkin' crazy, hope my Glock don't jam Gotta make it back home, take care of my lil' one When it's time to ride, I'm like fuck makin' a diss song Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit on Every rapper on the come-up send a song for me to get on Ain't nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on Ten thousand dollar outfit, I got this shit on DM-in' my hoe, another nigga I'ma shit on Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em (Wop) Gucci cuttin' up, time for a button-up (huh) Haters face crunched up like I cut an onion up (damn) Your rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade (huh?) Got the blocks any day, yeah, them Dikembes (blockies) Got the trap goin' up on a Wednesday (up) Samurai, choppin' up work like a sensei (Wop) Keyser Söze, vibe out like Coldplay They don't really know no nothin' 'bout the old Ray (no) Trappin' out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (huh) Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie, are you okay? (Wow) Junkies in the hood singin' like the old Jay Dope so good, make your uncle sell the Bluray (damn) Drop the top off the Rolls like a toupée Fiasco when I pull up like I'm Lupe (uh) Castro, but now in the new day Shoot him in the head, I ain't never like him, no way Billie Jean, bitch I'm tryna see your whole team He think he slick so I shot him in the doorway (huh) Another murder, boy, known for duckin' murder charge Double murder, tried to pin it on me like I'm OJ (wow) Quadruple cross him like a nigga owe me Cold-hearted like I never had a vertebrae (it's Gucci) Boss talk, make 'em bring it to your doorway 4 Pockets Full, whippin' up a four-way Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Engine in the rear, put a million in the front (rear) What the fuck is fear? Chopper eat you like it's lunch (fear) Fourth and long, nigga, but we don't go for the punt (long) Lookin' at the thottie body, this hoe is a runt (thottie) Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas start to run? (Wait) Wait, these bitches wanna come fuck with a don? (Woo) Wait, if a nigga talk about some funds, I relate (relate) You hate, I did the race, Tay-K (skrrt) Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in the vase (Meech) Practice what I preach, money on the daily (practice what I) She not NeNe but she leaks oh so crazy (she not NeNe) Niggas plottin' and I peep with a lazy (what I peep) Push the money out, I'm in labor (woo) She tryna fuck me for some clout, hurt my baby (clout) I got money stashed somewhere in my acres (stash) My left wrist sad 'cause my right glacier Realest (hey), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Hold up, Baby (Baby) You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it? I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit? They know I would pay for them to get a facelift Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement

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)

Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco You don't want to war with Pablo Feds on my ass like Pablo Touch down with the dope like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Stop the track! Salute to El Chapo 21 gun salute, R.I.P. Griselda Blanco Peso, euro, all about dinero Tailored suit like Pablo, time to sell this yayo Guwop, call me Pablo Box-load of bricks with a bar code I could cook a duece something with a blindfold Mail your head to your mama with your eyes closed Pablo life, got them Pablo prices And I'm keeping steady, so I'm Pablo icy And the whole crew like it if Pablo like it El Guwop drop trying to outsell Nike Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Pablo It's silver or lead yeah, that's my motto Young Scooter, my vato, Ferrari, my auto Head honcho, house so big they think I hit the lottoMoney stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco You don't want to war with Pablo Feds on my ass like Pablo Touch down with the dope like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Extendos, cinnamon rolls, Pillsbury big biscuits 7 .62s, and 5 .56s Telling is prohibited, snitches witness Turn a blind eye and a deaf ear You probably want to mind your business Act like you can't see or hear A-tisket, a-tasket Now the fuck nigga in the casket My money stretch like elastic Serving that tragic magic That nasal candy, that nostril dust You don't really want to go to war with us Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Bringing in work in U-Haul trucks Got more bags than Kris Kringle (Santa) Puffing on a spliff of Bullwinkle (spinach) Manipulate a broad with the lingo (slang) She let me hit it we ain't even have to mingle (game) All up in her panties like a single Put it down like I'm Mandingo (beat 'em) Having my chips like Reno (feddy) Guns longer than the neck on a flamingo (thumpers) If you're ready already, then you ain't gotta get ready I'm out here selling that Becky, bout my chalupa, my fetti Hoping the law don't catch me grittin' out here pushing that white Serving fiends, smoking out of homemade pipes I'm a thug from the mud, I've got the block in my blood I'll take the top off the bottle and drink up all of the suds Down and dirty bout mine, I'll put some cheese on your thoughts Some bread on your head, no matter the cost, my... Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo My big brother, the dope man 5 straps like Bruh Man It's Pablo and the pimp man Tax a bitch like Uncle Sam Fuck niggas be like "aw man" Cause we young niggas and we getting it And y'all niggas is jealous Cause y'all niggas ain't getting shit I say yes, nigga, indeed I dress better than I read Shine gold teeth when I chief Pick your eyes up when I speak Got that big ranch, real horses Y'all niggas blue cheese Only talk big money, with real niggas Y'all niggas too cheap, Pablo! Money stacked up like Pablo, peso after peso You don't want to war with Pablo They'll kill you when he say so Touch down with it like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo Diamonds on my neck like Pablo And the feds on my ass like Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo You don't want to go to war with Pablo Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Esco You don't want to war with Pablo Feds on my ass like Pablo Touch down with the dope like Pablo In Zone 6, I'm Pablo

Zaytoven If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Off button Pause button Stop button Lock button Belly button Big ol' ti- she pop buttons Head buttin' Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button Percosets that's my buttons, hit the pop button Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan Smoking science lab I should have tattoo that say "I'm not like my dad" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span She see empty hands like, "Ooh, Lordy" Smelling like Cool Water Y'all got them new Cartier the Rollie was too salty That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie My little b- body a trophy Naked pics, five in the morning Sunglasses, smilin' emoji Pull up on the opps, surprise party Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley That is your homie, he died for ya Check your home screen, that's God calling (brr, hello?) We making an impact my n- We not just black n- We rich and black n- And all them b- they been after n- They run away then they come limpin' back, n- Amen, feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse? To get on my flying horses That's rich nigga problems avoid it My lil' bitch body will solve it And when you say, "Timber", please, will you whisper? My n- I'm quietly falling If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Hello? Hello? Rich n-, rich n-, rich n- That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave The f- in the road, grab the fork and eat Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese But you doin' nothin' but they say "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" Psychopath Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic' hand She see righteous plans, I see power plans She take my hands put 'em in her pants Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands Feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie You got penny pinch n- problems, lil' whoadie On the bench n- problems, lil' whoadie I got a b- n- problem, lil' whoadie More b- more problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie What is this n- problem, lil' whoadie? I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Yeah If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix