Hell Yeah Gucci Mane (Ft. Slim Dunkin)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
A thousand bails of that mid shit
Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah, thousand bails of that mid shit
Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
This that [?] kush shit
My girlfriend think she president Bush, bitch
Hell yeah, and I'm gone off that lean shit
My brother Duke keep on sendin' me that green shit
Fuck jail, Gucci time, man I'm hood rich
I'm in that Zone 6, I throw it like the first pitch
My yellow 'Rari in the front and I parked it
A black chick in some heels match the carpet
I'm pullin' up to the club like I own it
Ain't with that bullshit, Gucci don't condone it
My tolerance get low with the flexin'
I woke up, bought my main chick a Lexus

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
A thousand bails of that mid shit
Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah, thousand bails of that mid shit
Hell yeah, this that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah