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

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

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

    I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
    Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
    Can't wait to pay your bills
    Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
    See it clear, crystal clear
    Just like these diamonds in my ear
    I'm tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
    Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
    Can't wait to pay your bills
    I'ma put that top shit in your ear, listen here
    I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
    Gucci

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

    Song details

    Composition: Gucci Mane, T-Pain, Steve Aoki, Jim Taihuttu, Nizzle, Thom Bridges, and Brian May

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