[Chorus: Pharrell] We’ve evolved from small to the tall and shall not stall, been flyin too long Ooo whoa oh! Ooo whoa oh! Ooo whoa oh! Ooo whoa oh, girl… I be sippin on haterade That deep-down, getcha paid And it taste like lemonade Scrunch your face when you sing it babe I be sippin on haterade That deep-down, getcha paid That flavor’s lemonade Scrunch your face when you sing it babe, y’knalmtalkinbout? [Gucci Mane] I’m not listenin, I’m not interested My attention only focused on what I get And I’m glistenin, they call me Mr. Check White ice lemonade, red ice she thick Got a general Phantom, bitch I’m icy and peachy So I treat it real good like hoes is squeezed My life, I ain’t ever seen a car like that And she prolly won’t see the next shit I get And a seventeen fresh, and I say, “I guess” Successful, healthy, I live no stress So today is the day that the big boys shine Drop tops everywhere, I wouldn’t know how to rock Got the titties of today showin off tan lines Cash bendin in my pockets, no it’s not, draw lines Me and Skateboard P in the club on time No not on time, but it’s just in time It’s Gucci! [Chorus] [Nicki Minaj] [Sighs] Uhh, yo, aiyyo This one goes out to all of my critics Don’t you feel stupid? Look how I did it Look how it came to pass when I said it We can do debit, I don’t need no credit Yes I’m epic, look how I rep it It’s been eight years, but I broke the record Yup, the record – yup, the record – yup, the record (And just for the record) Uhh, I’m all that I can be And I’ll admit, I’m appalled when you envy Because you can do it too, and you can do it too I just happen to be the girl that they do it too So I’ma bounce back, and I’ma ball out And every time you see me, I’ma go all out And I’ma win till the endin Don’t be mad when you see me transcendin Guc!
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[Gucci Mane] I ball hard, I should be in Sports Illustrated Cooler as a muthafucka in a Porschelemonade coupe And a Ferrari in your hood, you’re intimidated Mutilated, Maserati Lamborghini decapitated Fed investigation on what I accumulated Sayin he ain’t real, that I’m not the man that I say I am, like I give a damnmuch Ride around town pickin up stacks Some like Louis, some like Gucci But I love money, yeah I love solution And my teenage karat ring, baby girl choose And I ain’t really hard to please baby come choose (come choose [echoes]) Lounge around, around the town with the top chopped off You can call it lost and found ’cause my top stay down And I ain’t seen a muthafucka since I bought this car I ain’t seen a muthafucka since I bought the car It’s Gucci! [Chorus] [Pharrell] Gon’ lift ya glass, gon’ liftya glass [Gucci] Just think about the future and forget the past [Pharrell] Everybody just lift ya glass, gon’ lift ya glass [Gucci] If a nigga keep hatin, tell him kiss ya ass [Pharrell] Just lift ya glass, gon’ lift ya glass [Gucci] Let’s think about the future and forget the past [Pharrell] Everybody just lift ya glass, gon’ lift ya glass [Gucci] That nigga think they goin hard, don’t make me laugh – it’s Gucci