We Got Dat Gucci Mane (Ft. 2 Chainz & Chubbie Baby)

[Intro: DJ Holiday]
(Holiday Season, nigga! Ay!)
What up, Chubbie? Haha!
I see you getting money, nigga!
They say you run Ohio, nigga!
I fuck wit you! What up ‘Bachi? (?)
Let’s go! DJ Holiday!
Shoutout my nigga Tity Boi! My nigga Dolla!
Southside, stand up! We working!
(The Aphilliates, nigga!)
I know what y’all thinking!
Are we ever gon’ let up?
Why though? Ain’t nobody else gon’ do it!
Shit! We getting money, let’s go!
(Pay close fuckin’ attention!)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
(Yeahhhh) Everything I drive real fast
Had to let my chick drive ‘cause that bitch real bad
First I let her drive it, then I let her ride me
I charged a nigga $40,000 just to stand beside me
(Yeahhhh) Now that’s a stupid check
Gave 40 to Tity Boi and now I got that stupid pack
On I-20 wit duffle bags, yeah, I shock a bitch (Chaka)
Two million dollars cash money, damn, man, that’s ludicrous
I love to ball wit bougie broads, it’s big Gucci, yeah I’m a dog
A photoshoot off in the vocal booth, ‘nough ice for all of y’all
Ten bricks outta fishscale, same color as Paul Wall
Took off all the burglar bars, you know what we doin’, dawg