[Gucci Mane]
Guwopo
You gotta be rich to hang with me
All these. keep blinding me
All these diamonds keep blinding me

No snitches, no suckers, nah (Mwah)
I ain´t with it
Zaytoven
(Go)

[Gucci Mane]
She said she don´t got no type, she like the boss type (Boss)
A rich nigga that be down to fuck her all night (Lock)
Big Guwop in your house, cuff your ho type (Cuff hrt)
Old insecure nigga, you a ho type (Go)
I told Zay I need the East Atlanta Bay shit (Bay shit)
I vote Gucci Mane and Zay as the greatest (Greatest)
Niggas mad ´cause they broke and they ain´t relevant (No)

I touched a quarter brick and never been broke ever since (Skrrt)
I got money, I got power, I´m not 50 Cent (Nah)
But I can teach you how to rob, I been doin´ it (Yup)
Bitch, it´s President´s Day, I´m the president (Gucci)
She tryna suck my dick and use that shit for evidence (Huh?)
If you come too close, you in rare air
Every time I hit the club, I rock a rare pair (Ooh)
Twin stones on my finger, and the cut pair (Burr)
And they big as real pears, I´m a real player (Wow)
I need a towel ´cause I´m drippin´ colder, Klondike Bear (Well damn)
Need to call a timeout ´cause this shit ain´t fair (Huh?)

Bitch got runway shit that she ain´t even wear (Yeah)
On a tear right now, man, this shit unreal (Yeah)
No cap, no cut, it´s a done deal
Playin´ blackjack, I took ´em down a fuckin´ half a mil´
Delusions of Grandeur so call Dr. Phil (Call him)
Drop top, red vert, God, take the wheel (Wop)

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Hah, she know my pockets is swollen
She worried ´bout the wrong things, yeah
Ninety-nine pair of Balmains, yeah
And she be actin´ like she know me
I can buy you bags, buy you Rollies
But I can tell you really need controllin´
Before you was my girl, you was my homie
Anytime you want, you can hold it

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I´m an artist, I´m not a sketcher, yeah, yeah
I´m a certified flexer, yeah, yeah
You buggin´ if you think I trust ya
That .38 stay in my dresser
But they ain´t know that I was messed up, yeah, yeah
They must´ve thought I wouldn´t catch up, yeah
Now open up and let me stretch ya
Do that thing that you be doin´ with your leg up
I´m a king and I don´t feel no fuckin´ pressure
I be singin´ while I rap, I feel like Usher
I´m that nigga, Amiri, got every sweater
If you that nigga, nigga, say it with your chest, oh
She love my swag, oh yeah
I bought her a new bag, I paid a bag for it

I´m gon´ give it to her if she ask for it
And she know I started in the back, oh yeah
Girl, I love it when you throw it back on me
I´m gon´ fuck you good and make you mad horny
Swear that I was cheatin´, you were black on me
Yeah, this is my mood, I´m wearing black all week
I used to have that motherfuckin´ MAC on me
But now I got somebody else to blast for me
But fuck it, if I gotta do it, mask on me
Yeah, this is my mood, yeah
I´m wearing black all week, hah

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Hah, she know my pockets is swollen
She worried ´bout the wrong things, yeah
Ninety-nine pair of Balmains, yeah
And she be actin´ like she know me
I can buy you bags, buy you Rollies

But I can tell you really need controllin´
Before you was my girl, you was my homie
Anytime you want, you can hold it

[ A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Anytime you want you can hold it
She be worried ´bout the wrong things
Ninety-nine pair of Balmains