Fifty Large Gucci Mane (Ft. Strap)

[Intro]
(We got London on the track.)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Ayyyy
Fifty Large in a rubber band (Damn)
Gucci cook the dope with his left hand (Skurrr)
Fifty straps in a fucking van (Brah)
We let them fuckas blahm
When we pull up, goin ham
Smoke a hundred grams, throw a hundred grand
Pour a half a pint in the ocean cran (Mud)
Heinz 57, niggas wanna gram
The dope so good the salsa make you wanna lick ya hand

[Verse 1: Strap]
In the trap house, im with big gucci (Guwop)
Fifty scraps in the bag, we got ten uzis
I got three cellphones, all my lines ringin (hello?)
I got 4 chains on, vvs's blingin (shine)
In the kitchen water whippin, pourin up the syrup
Hundred bags of the midget, comin' on the 3rd
Audemars Piguet, had to flood it out (ice)
Rich nigga, but I still got a gold mouth
Racks on top of racks, nigga i'm talkin M's
Got them young niggas with straps, they shoot F N's
Yeah a country boy, tell em wait in line
Get that cash by any means, juggin all the time