Lit Steve Aoki & Yellow Claw (Ft. Gucci Mane & T-Pain)

[Intro: T-Pain & Gucci Mane]
Yeah, boy, you gettin' that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y'all tryna do our shit, you just soundin' like karaoke (Huh?)
But I ain't mad, I ain't mad
Long as y'all gettin' lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin' lit (Ha)
Long as y'all gettin' lit, (Let's go)

[Verse: Gucci Mane]
It's Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it's lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain't got no type, but I prefer 'em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin' for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin', sittin' on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I'm so spoiled, she don't get naked, it's hard for me to tip
I'm so hard, got 'em runnin' and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don't see me
Oh, no, they don't see me
Your girl's drawers comin' down
But the hands go up to the ceilin'
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I'm throwin' money in the V-I-P
I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy makin' big noise
Hangin' in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh, Lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit