[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Killed the game, took home the obituary
Paper stacked thick in my pocket, like a dictionary
CEO, yes I'm fucking on my secretary
Two pistols on me, so security isn’t necessary
[?]
Business meeting, pull up in a Bentley Coupe convertable
You the shit? Shit I ain't ever heard of you
[?] physically I'll murder you
Money got a vertical, [?]
Drinking, rolling purple up, standing on the furnerture
It ain’t nothing funny [?] when you fuck your money up
I rock me some diamonds up, to ball right in front of ya
It's Gucci!

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
See I part it till I'm wide
Spend money till [?]
Type of shit I do is foreign, niggas nеver heard of
So leathеl, you might as well call it a mirder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder was the case
Murder
[?] try to retreave them
Told you he was ubducted, and you did not believe him
[?] usually niggas seen him
[?] mozzoliam
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