[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I remember when I was a freshman
You would think a stylist dressed me
No you can't tell me none bout how to dress bitch
I'm the freshest nigga ever to get fresh bitch
Bricks on ice cause I need some refreshments
My nigga don't pour nothing less than four
We get money I didn't mean to stress it
Done come round me less you know how the dress bitch

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
My bitch is so fly man she so jazzy
Every time you see her she be smashin'
She classier than a bitch but she get nasty
If I wasn't gettin' money I know she'd trash me, damn
I give it to her she don't gotta ask me
I'm sippin' lean my voice is kinda raspy, uh-uh
Attractive and I met her at the classic
Was passin' kush but then I let her pass me
You married hoe don't mind me askin'
I told her I hate haters with a passion
Hang wit me, I could put you up on fashion
You finally here but you dressed so fashion
You coordinated you need to mix match it
I got that [?] pack I do gymnastics
She told me fuck that shit cause
And I can suck that dick, Gucci you know you like that
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