Fo Sho Gucci Mane

[Intro: Terah]
Fo' sho', oh, fo' sho', that's how we be

[Chorus: Terah]
We got that hydro going for the low-low
Fo' sho', fo' sho', fo' sho'
We got that cocaine cookin' on the stove
Fo' sho', fo' sho', fo' sho'
We be pimpin' them hoes and be we be keepin' them bros
Fo' sho', fo' sho', fo' sho'
Straight drop records from that Bouldercrest Road
Fo' sho', fo' sho', fo' sho'

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I blow my nose with money, bitch I keep snot on my knot
I keep my pistol cocked back and my fork in the pot
My money fallin' out my safe, when I open my lock
I bring a briefcase full of faces when I purchase them blocks
I still got 'dro for the low, amigos growing them crops
Convicted felons facing five 'cause they toting them Glocks
See, I be selling to them niggas who be selling them walls
I got employees working for me, like they punching the clock
You heard Gucci fucked your bitch, and you ain't even shocked
You told your buddy 'bout that shit, and he can't give you props
You told him, "Gucci Fucked my chick, and I loved her a lot"
And even though I filthy rich, I still don't pay for no cop
And that's fo' sho'