[Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
I'm a thuuuuuuuug
Even though I wanna change my life and get it right
To the judge, I'm always gon' be a thuuug
Like O-Dog, "Menace II Society"
They wanna see me underground
But I just bought a plane, hey, hey
Sky is the limit now; my jet just took off the ground now
And ain't nobody gon' stop my destiny, destiny, no no no
Ladies night - pop a bottle now
Cause the wear just came off now
From doin'; time in the penitentiary, yeah
And if you come from the ghetto and you feel like a champion
Let me see you put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
The sun beamin' on my chick in my {?}
Feelin' hipper than a hippie in a tye-dye shirt
Gucci Mane motherfucker and the earth my turf
Ice cold, buzz hotter than July 1st
Oooh, this the type of tune make a dime choose
He make it rain, then I can make it monsoon
I buy a bitch out her contract, dumb stacks
Suckers sleepin' on me Zantax, I'm deadly
I'm talkin' Anthrax, the other side of the tracks
You know the Amtrak; multi-millionaire still rockin' amulets
I was turnt up to the mess but now I'm past that
But now I'm past that
I move stealth, I'm gettin' jealous of myself
Me and Wyclef and the swagger's SoSoDef
Smoke pounds of that 'dro 'dro from out West
And I ain't made at no one cause I'm oh so blessed
It's Gucci
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