[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Shawty cooler than fan, but her man not me
Got a real hot mouth, she a stone cold freak
10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach
Got a nigga from the country, call two times a week
I'm in a red Maserati with some snow white seats
And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth
Red bottoms on the wood, watchin' the Hawks play the Heat
Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat
6 ounces and a liter that's a dirty sweet tea
I'mma put this game on bad bitch that I meet
I'm a Zone 6 king and my jeans got wings
I'm a rich girl's fantasy, a poor girl's dream
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Hold up stop the track, let's get some'n understanded (Hah)
I'm servin' softball nigga, I pitch underhanded (What?)
Your girlfriend said she like me but I'm too demandin' (So?)
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas (Huh)
My stash done got so big that I can't rubber band it (Damn)
My plug be speakin' Spanish, I can't understand it (Huh)
So stop the track my nigga let's get some understandin' (Gucci)
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Now I can't dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin'
Rap or trap my nigga I'mma take my chances
I had a couple juugs didn't go down how I planned it
I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn't handle it
You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded
Blowin' kush in her hair, she smokin' second handed
I got the whole pack sold 'fo the pack landed
Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin'
And you ain't gotta shop with me that's fine and dandy
Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy
Cookin' dope in Louboutin cuz I'm kinda fancy
I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy
Shawty cooler than fan, but her man not me
Got a real hot mouth, she a stone cold freak
10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach
Got a nigga from the country, call two times a week
I'm in a red Maserati with some snow white seats
And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth
Red bottoms on the wood, watchin' the Hawks play the Heat
Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat
6 ounces and a liter that's a dirty sweet tea
I'mma put this game on bad bitch that I meet
I'm a Zone 6 king and my jeans got wings
I'm a rich girl's fantasy, a poor girl's dream
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Hold up stop the track, let's get some'n understanded (Hah)
I'm servin' softball nigga, I pitch underhanded (What?)
Your girlfriend said she like me but I'm too demandin' (So?)
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas (Huh)
My stash done got so big that I can't rubber band it (Damn)
My plug be speakin' Spanish, I can't understand it (Huh)
So stop the track my nigga let's get some understandin' (Gucci)
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Now I can't dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin'
Rap or trap my nigga I'mma take my chances
I had a couple juugs didn't go down how I planned it
I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn't handle it
You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded
Blowin' kush in her hair, she smokin' second handed
I got the whole pack sold 'fo the pack landed
Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin'
And you ain't gotta shop with me that's fine and dandy
Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy
Cookin' dope in Louboutin cuz I'm kinda fancy
I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy
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