No More Gucci Mane (Ft. 2 Chainz)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man at my door door door
Grab me by the collar
Got me for my dollars
I don't want to go to mexico no more more more
No more more more
I don't wan- I dont wan- go no more more more
Got me for my dollars
Stuff 'em in the wallet
I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
She don't wanna go to mexico
But bitch you finna go though!
Taken doe does
Me and Mojo
Rockin purple label Polo!
Cookin dope in my pajamas
Premadana for a baby mama
Marijuana come from Tijuana
Trappin on the corner
Creppin on the counter
Run up on me yous a goner
I'm a loner
Turn them niggas to a fuck it you don't know them
All my migos drink coronas
And my goons, they like piranhas
Since you got some big cohonas
I'ma mail 'em to yo mama
[?] catchin planes in Oklahoma
If you had came her 2 days sooner
Then I could fulfill your order
She don't wan go back to Mexico
The feds are at the border
She's a snorter, Mr.porter
I got bricks taped to yo daughter! Gucci!!