Big Guwap - Gucci Mane, Young Scooter

Fishscale all over my motherfucking apartment

Damn, I got dope all on garment

Cooking dope in Trestletree, move the trap to Sun Valley

Now I’m in Gresham housing, money piling, money piling

I’m so fresh, don’t need a stylist

Buy a rental car and tint the windows

Buy a car, stop the mileage

Stuffing bricks all in a fender

Stuffing P’s in the spare tire

Gucci ain’t real, you a damn liar

Say yo nigga a live wire

I’ma short circuit nigga wifi

Serve more chicken than Popeye’s

Strong purp, Popeye

One day I might die, but not soon because I’m strapped fool

I got old schools, I got new schools, I got one rule — don’t cross me

Red bottoms on my feet, courtside next to Spike Lee

Baby, I’m Spike Lee

All the purple, all the white

All this green, taking a flight

Up all night, nigga getting shot

Nigga getting popped, Big Guwap

Drop my top, suicide doors

Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls

Money over hoes, recycling your clothes

You niggas going broke, I’m sure of my goals

Wop!

Little Mexico we cook up dope

If a nigga broke, we sell him soap

I can see it in your eyes that you niggas going broke

‘Cause you don’t got no pres no mo'

Yo bitches gone, yo money getting low

He used to buy bricks, now he buyin' a fo'

Money over bitches, can’t wife no ho

Money over everything, can’t go broke

We blowing gas, smoking on flights

Place your order, I’ll be there over night

I’m talking private planes

Hundred bricks of white

Still a young nigga, I live a mob life

(Let's go!)

All the purple, all the white

All this green, taking a flight

Up all night, nigga getting shot

Nigga getting popped, Big Guwap

Drop my top, suicide doors

Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls

Money over hoes, recycling your clothes

You niggas going broke, I’m sure of my goals

Wop!