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Intro
EmYeah, boy, you gettin' that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
EmAll of y'all tryna do our shit, you just soundin' like karaoke (Huh?)
EmLong as y'all gettin' lit (Yeah)
EmYellow Claw gettin' lit (Ha)
EmLong as y'all gettin' lit, let's go
Verse 1
EmIt's Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it's lit, hella lit
EmYellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
EmI say I ain't got no type, but I prefer 'em super thick
EmI was born for this shit, you too borin' for the bitch
EmIn the foreign, motor roarin', sittin' on Forgis with a kit
EmPlus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
EmI'm so spoiled, she don't get naked, it's hard for me to tip
EmI'm so hard, got 'em runnin' and I just put in the tip
Chorus
EmThey don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
BmYour girl's drawers comin' down
But the hands go up to the ceilin'
GI guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
AmI'm throwin' money in the VIP
EmI'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy makin' big noise
EmHanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh lord
EmI guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit
[Instrumental]
Em
Verse 2
EmI'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
AmWho wanna chill with a rich nigga?
GCan't wait to pay your bills
EmListen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
EmI'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
EmWho wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can't wait to pay your bills
EmI'ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci
Chorus
EmThey don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
BmYour girl's drawers comin' down
But the hands go up to the ceilin'
GI guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
AmI'm throwin' money in the VIP
EmI'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy makin' big noise
EmHanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh lord
EmI guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I'm the shit
If you're feelin' like me, I guarantee it's about to get lit
[Instrumental]
Em