[Intro: Gucci Mane] (prod by: Zaytoven) I wanna thank God For opportunity, success Wealth and health
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My daddy name Gucci, he the Gucci Mane Honestly he turned me on to the ice game He fed the fam with 3 tops, that the con game [?] Well fuck you, who are you? You ain't God mane I fell out with my right hand man, he tried to top on me I guess it's clear we ain't homies like I think we homies I'm at the top and I swear to God, it's really lonely But I'm not coming down, no stoopin' down, I keep it movin' These young nigga's got no respect who make music Broke ass nigga never can get used to it And the bottom of Sun Valley don't do it like the top do it Bouldercrest we hear AK's more than church music
[Hook] In this car, horse on the car, with the top off it Topless broads drivin, Gucci chargin' with no problem Head shot dead in the bushes with his head off Dick cut off, throat slit, block knocked off Decapitated (Huh?) Decapitated Decapitated (Bang), bow down Decapitated (It's Gucci)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I know African's that cut off legs Jamaican's that cut off heads (What's up bumbaclot) This millionare still in the feds You in the county and you can't get outta jail nigga? Damn, that's so sad That's so bad You played out, JJ [??] Mob ties put a head in your bed (horse head) You touch Guwop and they goin' mummy wrap your head I got so much overhead, I gave him diamond bricks instead And I chumm without a charm, diamond chain and watch instead My grandad in house and I stay next door to Ned Cooking dope instead of eggs Hundred PT's in my fridge