Lit

Em
Yeah, boy, you gettin' that T-Pain 
and Aoki (Gucci)
Em
All of y'all tryna do our shit, you 
just soundin' like karaoke (Huh?)
Em
Long as y'all gettin' lit (Yeah)
Em
Yellow Claw gettin' lit (Ha)
Em
Long as y'all gettin' lit, let's go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Em
It's Gucci Mane in this bitch, and 
yeah, it's lit, hella lit
Em
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same 
color my yellow bitch
Em
I say I ain't got no type, but I 
prefer 'em super thick
Em
I was born for this shit, you too 
borin' for the bitch
Em
In the foreign, motor roarin', 
sittin' on Forgis with a kit
Em
Plus my outfit sick with it just 
like E-40 and the clique
Em
I'm so spoiled, she don't get naked,
 it's hard for me to tip
Em
I'm so hard, got 'em runnin' and I 
just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Em
They don't see me
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Oh no, they don't see me
Bm
Your girl's drawers comin' down
But the hands go up to the ceilin'
G
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I 
guarantee it, I guarantee it
Am
I'm throwin' money in the VIP
Em
I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy 
makin' big noise
Em
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh lord
Em
I 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: Gucci Mane]
Em
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv 
and spend a mil
Am
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
G
Can't wait to pay your bills
Em
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand
 disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
Em
I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv 
and spend a mil
Em
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can't wait to pay your bills
Em
I'ma put that top [?] shit in your 
ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk
 in the rear
Gucci


[Chorus: T-Pain]
Em
They don't see me
Oh no, they don't see me
Bm
Your girl's drawers comin' down
But the hands go up to the ceilin'
G
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I 
guarantee it, I guarantee it
Am
I'm throwin' money in the VIP
Em
I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me
They tell me, baby you're a boy 
makin' big noise
Em
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin' in the street, oh lord
Em
I 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