Am I going crazy? ooh Cause you're looking at me crazy, yeah Is it cause you got a past? Is it cause you done been around Is it cause you got ass? And I really wanna take you down Is it cause you a hustler, and you get it how you get it Big man you can't deal with it Now they looking at me crazy oh Now they looking at me crazy, oh ah Cause I go so hard for my baby, ohh I wish a nigga would try to play me For my lady, now they looking at me crazy Cause I spend this money Just to keep you looking good Doing good things for me Damn they never understood You was down for me, when none of them was around Can't tell me nothing now Now they looking at me crazy (oh) Now they looking at me crazy, oh ah (ooohaa) Cause I go so hard for my baby, oooh I wish a nigga would try to play me For my lady, now they looking at me crazy Either you're cross sided or you're looking at me sideways (sideways) She stole my heart so I guess that mean crime pays (crime pays) Love is a 2 way street, not a highway(no no) Yeah you got all, but I got a fianc (oh yeah) Hey, I'm just speaking on some real shit (real shit *2) Treated like the first lady on some michelle shit (michelle shit) I need a girl that I can chill with (chill with) Cause all the sexing [?] true affection, get off real quick (real quick) So I guess you see me around,(hey) They say misery loves company, but 3 is a crowd (3 is a crowd) I'm on some grown man shit, no boys allowed (no boys allowed) They seen me put it down so now they looking at me crazy Now they looking at me crazy oooooh woooOOh, so crazy Cause I go so hard for my baby, for my baby (I go so haaard) I wish a nigga would try to play me, try to play me, oh my god Now they looking at me crazy, crazy, yeah yeah Now they looking at me crazy, crazy, yeah yeah yeaaah Cause I go so hard for my baby Don't worry about a thing, no, no Girl I got you I'm a teach you how to love Oh yeah, Now they looking at me crazy.

Got dogs on the chains don't let em get loose Sippin rich man juice thats a fo and a deuce All my cars ain't got no roof And I plead not guilty they ain't got no proof Look in my closet I ain't got no suits Two thousand dollar shirt, four thousand dollar boots Broke ass nigga ain't got no clue I'm so rich I could buy yo troops Gucci going broke? You a god damn fool Bitch so bad I'mma put her through school These rap niggas dont move like me When I move hundred y'all niggas gone move You can run up but what it gon' prove? Gucci Mane put you on the god damn news Whole lotta ice and buncha tattoos If ya choose me baby than ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh) Gotta bitch so bad, look ya give her note pad Write it down on the book cause the bitch so bad Front seat of the jag and her boyfriend mad Sliding down South Beach with the Georgia tag Swag so bad she'll ignore yo ass Bossed up bitch employ yo ass Red bottom heels and they match her bag And she ridin' round the city just droppin' off swag Real fat ass, do you got a man? I gotta ask I gotta ask Hunned yard dash for the cash I threw And my car so fast I'll lose yo ass Ho so bad that she got you blinded Kill her with kindness ya buyin her diamonds Oh my I like the way you bend Bitch so fine I'mma move her in Hold up stop man damn I'm trippin' Last thing I need to do is move that bitch in Game work good, and real soon What can I say baby I'mma tycoon Gucci Mane I ain't finna jump no broom But tell ya girlfriend she can jump in too Whole lotta ice and bunch of tattoos If ya choose me baby then ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh)