Hah, hah
It's Wizop, Metro, Metro
It's Gucci, yeah
Southside (hah, sizzle)
Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day
All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way
Drop the top on these haters 'cause the top in the way
And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way
Took my shirt off in the vert 'cause the shirt in the way
If these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' then they just in the way
All these diamonds on my fist I'm feelin' some type of way
If that bitch ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make five million a day (well damn, five million a day?)
Gucci Mane La Flare I make five Million a day
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare, I make five million a day
Hol' up, let me clarify I made five million today
Nigga lookin' at my watch they feelin' some type of way
But these niggas ain't get money man they just in the way
You got a hater mentality it's hard to relate
Hol' up, let me clarify twenty mil' out the gate
Ten million dollar mansion, Gucci Mane Estate
With an all gold Roll' that match the fork and the plate
My album dropped September but I'm booked up to May
These bitches sayin' that I'm gross 'cause I skeet in they face
Why you bring your friend babe man, that bitch in the way
Shit I'm tryna fuck both of y'all, I don't like to play
I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day
All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way
Drop the top on these haters 'cause the top in the way
And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way
Took my shirt off in the vert 'cause the shirt in the way
If these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' then they just in the way
All these diamonds on my fist I'm feelin' some type of way
If that bitch ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make five million a day (well damn, five million a day?)
Gucci Mane La Flare I make five Million a day
I'm Gucci pretty please take your foot off these
Nigga neck and let 'em breathe but I just can't be
I'm too rich too give a shit 'bout anyone but me
And who gettin' cheese with me 'cause that's all I see
Metro on the beat Gucci Mane got a fleet
Orange Vert black rims trick-or-treat on the streets
They sent me five million dollars, I hadn't been out a week
And I got five million niggas playa hatin' on me
Ask all the bloggers, 'cause they love to write 'bout me
Then ask the mobsters, they never sold that white like me
Ask all the boppers, them bitches love to fight 'bout me
Then ask the robbers, nobody's jewelry bright like me
Guwop's a problem, nobody talks the talk like me
Guwop's a cook man, nobody holds a fork like me
These niggas liars, no money in the vault like me
I'm a supplier, nobody stops the drought like me
I'm just slidin' down the 'crest on a hot summer day
All these diamonds on it got me feelin' some type of way
Drop the top on these haters 'cause the top in the way
And if you ain't gettin' no money then you just in the way
Took my shirt off in the vert 'cause the shirt in the way
If these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' then they just in the way
All these diamonds on my fist I'm feelin' some type of way
If that bitch ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make five million a day (well damn, five million a day?)
Gucci Mane La Flare I make five Million a day
Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
This the intro, Metro, Gucc-o, wop, wop
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5 Million Intro - Gucci Mane
