[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(12-09, 12-09, 12-09)
(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Huh?
Go
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These bitch ass niggas act like they be on their period or somethin'
I don't play with niggas, period, get hit with the drum
Ain't no mystery, my heart black like Black History Month
I show no sympathy, I'll have them people searchin' for months
Cut off his legs, chopper hit it and it knocked off his knees
Cut off his head, cut it off, then bring that shit back to me
Cut off his dreads, heard they did it in the middle of the street
I made him famous, R.I.P., I put that boy on TV
11 Alive, Fox 5, Channel 2, BET
Why would Gucci pay you when he could do it for free?
I'm too rich for broke bitches, I ain't fuckin' for free
I don't need these borin' bitches, mane, these hoes need me
Born in Bessemer, Alabama, the worst place in the world
For a Black family to raise a lil' boy and girl
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, then quit talkin' to me
Cash rules everything around 1017 (Gucci)
[Chorus: Quentin Miller]
Okay, huh, yeah, been through it all
I gotta go hard, win, lose or draw
I cannot get caught up in the pen, years and thoughts
I cannot get throwed off, I just got to go off
Trips to the dealership, trips to the vault, uh
Checks in the mail, make it flip, summersault, uh
I gotta stay locked in, I cannot get throwed off, okay, okay
(12-09, 12-09, 12-09)
(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Huh?
Go
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These bitch ass niggas act like they be on their period or somethin'
I don't play with niggas, period, get hit with the drum
Ain't no mystery, my heart black like Black History Month
I show no sympathy, I'll have them people searchin' for months
Cut off his legs, chopper hit it and it knocked off his knees
Cut off his head, cut it off, then bring that shit back to me
Cut off his dreads, heard they did it in the middle of the street
I made him famous, R.I.P., I put that boy on TV
11 Alive, Fox 5, Channel 2, BET
Why would Gucci pay you when he could do it for free?
I'm too rich for broke bitches, I ain't fuckin' for free
I don't need these borin' bitches, mane, these hoes need me
Born in Bessemer, Alabama, the worst place in the world
For a Black family to raise a lil' boy and girl
If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, then quit talkin' to me
Cash rules everything around 1017 (Gucci)
[Chorus: Quentin Miller]
Okay, huh, yeah, been through it all
I gotta go hard, win, lose or draw
I cannot get caught up in the pen, years and thoughts
I cannot get throwed off, I just got to go off
Trips to the dealership, trips to the vault, uh
Checks in the mail, make it flip, summersault, uh
I gotta stay locked in, I cannot get throwed off, okay, okay
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