Add it up, add it up Got the fire back it up C ya homie swagged up It's the gangsta grill These boys be I'll Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up
my boy diego making pesos for them bricks gucci gucci im yours truly east atlanta is the shit i told em swag up im swaggered up yea gucci got his swag up
Add it up, add it up Got tha fire back it up C ya homie swagged up It's the gangsta grill These boys be I'll Add it up, add it up Add it up, add it up
up im swaggered up yea gucci got his swag up boy thank he thank you mad now umma make you madder im swag up im swaggered up boy thank im so swagged up
cars everywhere I go I know in the lead it may see it might be But no matter what they doin' they don't do it like me Like a G I hold it down for the
nigga wanna come for me you better bring it I ain't mad I forgive em, God I know they ain't mean it Yeah I seen it all before, hater pop it and they ain
make it now, stay totally out the way for you But know that we can take it any place you wanna take it to Hating in your blood, 'cause guess it's just
Shawty, see the diamonds, all the diamonds in my ring I could get you, I could get you, get you anything Cha-ching, money ain't a thing Gucci, Gucci
icy but my flow will make the soldiers melt i sewed the game up like my granny sewed a quilt Gucci Make a billion dollars what im tryna do Gucci Mane
thing Its Young Money throwin hundreds Act like ya want it She know she want it on that pole Show me somethin Show me that pussy pop it panties up drop it
your booty talk Every time you put on your booty shorts Believe dat, girl I neva seen a chick with a body like that Gucci Mane, Lil Flap, bitch, I got it
, we done done it already Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie I ride big Chevys 'cause a nigga ain't petty I'm icy, so motherfuckin' snowed up Lil' kids wanna be like Gucci when they grow up
it I got major cake And I blow 50 Gs on a rainy day I got hard white, I'm with Gucci Mane We fuckin 50 hoes cause they some Gucci fans There's a stack
see the diamonds in the diamonds on my ring I can get cha I can get cha get cha anything Cha ching money ain't a thang [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Gucci I
stove Next, [? ] & baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up WHOA! And stir it up Finally, just wait until it gets hard Then bag it up You got a
Money throwin hundreds Act like ya want it She know she want it on that pole Show me somethin Show me that pussy pop it panties up drop it into function
