歌手:Gucci Mane
专辑:《Murder Was The Case》

The way my wrist glist'
I make a hood ***** say "Damn!"
My neck-lace represent the fact
I go ham It's lonely up here, man
I need to come down
So many O's
I made the bank teller pass out
My trap house floors lookin like a
Magic City
Monday But ain't no singles, it's just big head hundreds
My car's gettin watched by this ugly-ass junkie
I keep laughin like a woman but it ain't **** funny (ha)
I'm posted in the trap and my country boys comin
I'm hood rich *****, still servin two dummies
I'm gettin on your nerves cause
Gucci got money
The charm is absurd but the rims are all shiny [Chorus]
I mic check,
I mic check, now it's time the chicken talk
One scratch on my
Nike checks,
I cop another pair
I got stacks on deck, make the girl break her neck when she hit the bubble kush the ***** coughed up her breakfast
I'm the realest make a bet,
I bet the checks don't bounce
So much cash in the bag
I make accountants lose count
Your girl say she love to see a thug iced out
With me and
Speedy on the track it's the return of chicken talk
Gucci! [Chorus]