[Intro - Big Boi] 
Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo 
All the hoes say: 

[Gucci] 
Hah! Hah! Hah! 

[Big Boi] 
Gucci up, here we go 
A-town, C-post 
Cut masta swift down your throat 

[Verse 1 - Big Boi] 
Boy stop, Sir Luscious' left foot's on fire 
Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try 
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit 
Inking hit up after hit 
This penmanship is so legit 
I came equipped like a prophylactic 
Now they riding [bad word]  like 
Styling on these suckas out here trying to buy their [bad word] 
Now they rich, try to [bad word] everybody to trick off 
But a [bad word] boss to pay the cost, she giving away them drawers 
Word to the brown James, he some chicken chow mein 
Really mane, you done say some silly things 
And the fella Dana Dane 
Why you cuffing claim to game? 
Hey my main thang got my last name 
Yall naw what i mayne! 

[Hook - Gucci Mane] 
I'm on my grind shawty 
Don't block my shine shawty 
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up? 
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up 
I'm on my grind shawty 
Don't block my shine shawty 
Wait a minute, wait a minute 
Chill a little, sit a minute 
I can't close my safe no more 
Cause I got too much money in it 

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane] 
Gucci in the cell; did a deal, went to jail 
I make music, I make movies, I'm in Tyler Perry's cell 
I [bad word] out the lam', f**k it what the [bad word] 
Gucci Mane, so I'm Guccied down; she got on Chanel 
In the tent rolling stupid kush like I'm in the restroom 
In the club with a half a pound (hundred fifty blunts) 
Zone 6 - East Atlanta - don't [bad word] with Nia Long 
Boy: shine like it's showtime, all my jewelry on 
On the block with my stupid watch. Boy you need to stop! 
When I stop, everybody watch the car without a top 
In the streets. Cost a stupid check roll another pack 
Now I'm gone, I can't even flip: Eastside where you at? 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3 - Big Boi] 
Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe 
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away, shawty 
With my southern drawl, awkwardly I spray 
Like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump 
Pistol whip in my lap at all times 
In the 'lac from Atlanta to Savannah, can't a [bad word] stop that 
Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive 
And the weak-minded are falling by the wayside, they try 
But we shall [bad word] and succeed, indeed 
But with [bad word] a great responsibility 
We chose to lead not follow 
It's a hard pill to swallow 
Better get prescriptions filled 
Cause there might not be tomorrow