Get Money Nigga Gucci Mane (Ft. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
Gucci
Meek Milly
From ATL to Philly, nigga
Real recognize real
Yeah, we hood rich bitch
Trap God, turn us up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money getting nigga
At least, that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard y'all niggas ballin'
Then why the fuck you take a loan for?
Better get the fuck out East Atlanta
You niggas know you don't belong there
All my niggas smoking strong here
We don't talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of cliques don't get along here
Bricksquad my nig, we rock our own gear (Squad)
I'm on the grass, sitting on the lawn chair
I hope that you don't read me wrong
But if I go pull out that tone there
I bet that you don't make it home
I'm in the trap house with my long johns
And I been trapping all day long (Skrt!)
They call me Baking Soda Armstrong
Before it dry, that shit be gone