| Gucci so flossy, all my broads are bossy |
| Head 'till I’m nauseous, they keep me exhausted |
| Niggas wanna get it, Gucci went and bought it |
| My flow has been frostbit, haters wish I lost it |
| Traded like a foster, ever since a youngster |
| My lines has been bonkers, I deserve an encore |
| I heard that she dumped ya, chose me, then I dumped her |
| Stanky like a dumpster, funky as an oyster |
| Used to be an Oiler, I think he divorced her |
| He say he adored her, but he couldn’t afford her |
| I don’t have to bore her, financially support her |
| He do all that lame stuff, I just keep it gangsta |
| Please pardon me, please pardon me |
| I’m sorry I’m so spark-a-ly |
| I don’t say this normally but please excuse my ornaments |
| Excuse me, excuse me |
| Please let me floss my jewel-a-ry |
| Gucci Mane ain’t iced out how high you must be kiddin' me |
| I pull up in a Zonda, he pulls up in Honda |
| Thang short as a garden snake but mine’s an anaconda |
| Wrist like the Artic, my neck is like the jungle |
| Wardrobe full of animals, my closet’s like the Congo |
| Motor is a monster, trunk is a gorilla |
| Ask me where my top is at I left it with the dealer |
| Ballin' in the VIP ther standin' in the line |
| My watch so stupid icy I can’t even tell the time |
| My necklace full of diamonds, his piece gave him a rash |
| He bought it from the Texaco cause he didn’t save his cash |
| Tryna be like Gucci Mane but he don’t have a swag |
| Needs to take his jewelry off and throw it in the trash |
| I’m in the bank making depo’s, while y’all be gettin' repo’ed |
| I’m zero, zero, zero, comma, zero after zero |
| My jewelry game sick, I think my jeweler needs chemo |
| Wonder Woman bracelet on but I’m no superhero |
| Cockiest, I’m rockin' this cause ain’t nobody hot as this |
| So hot as hot lava get and I’m not with that modest shit |
| Poppin' Cris', think that I need Alcohol Anonymous |
| .45 in the club, I could kill a hippopotamus |
| Office chick, college chick, I got game for any chick |
| I hang out with stars, you would think I’m an astrologist |
| They should pay me back for all this fuckin' game they borrowin' |
| Thirty grand a feature and I don’t got time for bargainin' |