[Intro: Gucci Mane, OJ da Juiceman & Waka Flocka Flame]
Dirty Birds in this motherfucker
It's Gucci (Ayy, yeah, boy)
Matter of fact it's Big Gucci in this motherfucker (Ayy, yeah)
Flockaveli (It's Gucci), Birdman (Ayy, yeah, boy)
Ca$h Money, Brick Squad linked up
1017 Music Group (Brick Squad)
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Hittin' the streets, make some moves, get my paper
This is what I do
Blow kush smoke on my haters
This is what I do
Fuck with the real, fuck you fakers
This is what I do
About my money, fuck you pay me
This is what I do (Huh?)
This is what I do (For real?), this is what I do (Word?)
This is what I do (Bitch), this is what I do (Huh?)
This is what I do (For real?), this is what I do (Word?)
This is what I do (Bitch), this is what I do
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It's Big Gucci (Huh), mob moves, you wise fools
You can't mute me, my whole life on ProTools
First the appeal, then salute me or shoot me
I stand on my word, I'm like Luke in the Nineties
Cocaine crazy, Nineteen-Eighty, baby
Two-Twelve they birthed me, you'll find me in Miami
East Atlanta with me, always to the Grammy's
This time? Big bucks, no Whammies
My trunk slammin', my track jammin'
I'm too fancy, manners, I left 'em
I'm healthy, stealthy and wealthy, you try me?
I'll probably show a nigga how to drive a jet ski
Them Brick Squad niggas got me like I got me
Me, Flock and Baby back to back in red Bugattis
Brick Squad, Zone Six, Ca$h Money, what up?
I might just fuckin' buy mama a Maserati
Dirty Birds in this motherfucker
It's Gucci (Ayy, yeah, boy)
Matter of fact it's Big Gucci in this motherfucker (Ayy, yeah)
Flockaveli (It's Gucci), Birdman (Ayy, yeah, boy)
Ca$h Money, Brick Squad linked up
1017 Music Group (Brick Squad)
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Hittin' the streets, make some moves, get my paper
This is what I do
Blow kush smoke on my haters
This is what I do
Fuck with the real, fuck you fakers
This is what I do
About my money, fuck you pay me
This is what I do (Huh?)
This is what I do (For real?), this is what I do (Word?)
This is what I do (Bitch), this is what I do (Huh?)
This is what I do (For real?), this is what I do (Word?)
This is what I do (Bitch), this is what I do
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It's Big Gucci (Huh), mob moves, you wise fools
You can't mute me, my whole life on ProTools
First the appeal, then salute me or shoot me
I stand on my word, I'm like Luke in the Nineties
Cocaine crazy, Nineteen-Eighty, baby
Two-Twelve they birthed me, you'll find me in Miami
East Atlanta with me, always to the Grammy's
This time? Big bucks, no Whammies
My trunk slammin', my track jammin'
I'm too fancy, manners, I left 'em
I'm healthy, stealthy and wealthy, you try me?
I'll probably show a nigga how to drive a jet ski
Them Brick Squad niggas got me like I got me
Me, Flock and Baby back to back in red Bugattis
Brick Squad, Zone Six, Ca$h Money, what up?
I might just fuckin' buy mama a Maserati
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