Coca, coca, coca cola \"yayo bought me everythang\" Yulla, yulla, baking soda \"cocaine is my girlfriend\" boila, boila, boilin water \"damn I gotta forced game\" snorta, snorta make an offer \"no prob I could cook it for ya\" Mi casa su casa partna \"my partnas get stupid guallas\" Retail shops and beauty parlors To \"cover up these dirty dollas\" Mi casa su casa partna \"my partnas get stupid guallas\" Retail shops and beauty parlors To \"cover up these dirty dollas\"
[Verse 1] (Gucci Mane)
Mi casa su casa partna Mi casa so full of rahstas More ganja then reefer farmers You can see me with binoculars White girl wit me cindy lauper Multi deep like frank sanotra Gave 10 birds to waka flocka Told him drop em more den floza Whoozy like the morning after try me then yo skull get fractured Ransom yo lil hansom son So sad yo that first daughter captured Gucci hot as boiling water My pack just came cross the border Yo girlfriends a major snoter But dat bitch aint worth a quarter Don't give that anotha thoughta If you serve me and you shorta Once a half a eigth a quarter Send my goons to do the slaughter Hustle hard got from my father Take no shit got from my mother Never snitched and never will I put dat on my baby brother
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[Verse 3] (OJ da Juiceman)
In the kitchen with Patrick Swayze Me and the yay is dirty dancing Drop a gold deuce and it white just like some Louie Glass Stupid Brick Squad chickens in stankin' thru the plastic Gettin ‘em in and gettin’ em gone, definition of a trapper I’m the hottest thing walkin' around in East Atlanta So I’m like a baby, shittin' like a damn pamper They hatin' my swag, cause these bars is Alaska Hip-hop police got me workin' under the scanner Coca cola where’s the water? Watch this doe I serve this order One on the window, cuz the police just might smell this odor Barber shops and beauty parlors, just to cover dirty dollars White girl was super dirty, so I put her in the shower
[Chorus]
[Verse 4] (Waka Flocka Flame)
Soo Wooo! To the B Gang, it’s a G thang, see me, I’m eyeball shorty, Gucci got the work and Flock got the 40 Work the wheels, and hold the gun Smoke on my pistol, I wish you’d run Nigga want some, like which one? 100-round chopper or the handgun Heard that I ain’t never lost none I got nicks and dimes you want some I’m a legend in the hood like Big Pun Got bales of the mid you want some, I got them Waka Flocka, Flocka Waka, midgrade bought me everything I’m gudda gudda, gudda gudda, I put that shit on Gucci Mane Brick Squad is what the fuck I claim Goom y'all niggas off the chain (Loony) Lookin' like he want my chain, I smoke him like some Mary Jane And shorty that shit real talk… And shorty that shit real talk!
[Chorus]
[Verse 5] (Shawty Lo)
Shawty Lo call me Escobar, they try to retire me like the great Brett Favre Still got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend We be naked, fuckin' with my girlfriend (haha) Yeah, we share that bitch, got Waka Flocka, Gucci, Rocko in that bitch Still in the kitchen, flickin' the wrist And I’m still on the highway, takin' the risk Back and forth, from the 1 and the 6 Ridin' I20 with a bunch of them bricks Eh, from the 1 and the 6 Ridin' I20, all white bricks
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[Verse 6] (Nicki Minaj)
I got that hard Gucc, these bitches easy I got that cold flu, that itchy sneezy You in that Mitsubishi, I'm in that Bentley GT I'm takin' trips with Papi, you walkey-talkey copy? I got them pookie (?) fiends, might rock some Juciy jeans, I mean some Juicy s