Blind Gucci Mane (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

[Intro: 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)

[Verse 1: 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)