Play Your Cards Gucci Mane (Ft. YC (Yung Chris))

[Intro: Gucci Mane & YC]
Huh
S'Gucci, bling, blaow, wow
Okay
S'Gucci, nigga, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Holiday Season!)

[Chorus: YC & Gucci Mane]
'Round here you play the cards that you were dealt
I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel
I can't see you in my rearview cause you left
I'm so hot I'll touch your bitch and she'll melt
'Round here you play the cards that you were dealt
I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel
I can't see you in my rearview cause you left (Gucci)
I'm so hot I'll touch your bitch and she'll melt (Oh, it's Holiday Season, nigga)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm on my hustle, I'm 'bout my grind
I got a plan to make the whole Atlanta mine (Whole Atlanta mine)
One for the money, two for the dope
Three dollars for the soda, I mix it in the coke (Skrt)
I'm icy in the summer, I think I need a coat (Burr)
I'll drag you to the river then throw you off the boat (Go)
Cold dirty shame, low down dirty games (Games), I use to have them thangs (Thangs)
But now I'm on the screen (Screen)
Play it how it go (Go), take it how it come (Come)
Fuck how you feel (Fuck you) 'cause my feelings numb (Numb)
Play it how it go (Go), take it how it come (Come)
Fuck how you feel (Fuck you) 'cause my feelings numb (Numb)
Gucci