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