C’Yeah Gucci Mane (Ft. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah (Polow), cyeah (Polow), cyeah
Cyeah (Zone 4), cyeah (Zone 6), cyeah, cyeah (So crazy, Zone 6, yeah)
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I don't really do this much, but, baby girl, I might
Fly you, buy you crazy things 'cause you're the type I like
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, cyeah, go get that girl right there

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Do you know who I am? (Huh?) Baby girl, my name the shit
I'm the shit, yeah, the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch
When I spit, stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift (Huh?)
Leave the truck 'bout forty thousand, but this one is on the strip
A balloon to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp
'Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice, you feel a drift
Light a spliff, take a whiff, if you feel like, take a sniff
Drink a fifth, pop a what? One of those, then plead the Fifth
Forty K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M
Look at me, look at them, don't I look better than him?
And my rims match my gems, pinky same color my wheels
And my drop top match my ears, no flodgin', I keep it real