Southside and East Side Side Gucci (We an army) They call me peacoat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa) Gucci Mane home ballin' while your bank account fallin' (damn) Gucci Mane, I don't fear no one but God (on God) For fifty mil' I'll get in the ring and

I ain't tryna let my mama down (down, down, down) Do it for the hood, nigga, rep Southside with an F 'cause I'm fresh Yeah, I'm just tryna make my mama proud, yeah (proud, yeah) Yeah, mama ain't raise no ho, one more time Yeah, my mama ain't raise no ho

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Wake up, nigga, wake up I've been outta my mind a long time Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us We bout to get this paper I'm a Chicago south south sider Money

Yeah, Southside I go nuts on Southside Beats Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick A hundred racks a show, get on the

Shake your south south side People On the right Every single girl All around the world People on the left Now people on the left (Shake your south south side) (Please commence shaking your south south side) (Diamonds on that beat)

Just following my instinct Just know that I stay in-sync With my instinct Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the South South I'm just following my instinct Never wrong, anyting or anyting in the Southside Following my Tell me what you wanna do Brown skin's all

Southside, money make the world go round Money make the world go round New York, money make the world go round L.A., money make the world go round Midwest, money make the world go round Down South, money make the world go round Some people want nothin'

Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around Oh oh oh oh That what you fear the most Could meet you halfway She lived on the curve of the road In an old, tar-paper shack On the south south side of the town On the wrong side side of the tracks Sometimes on the way

Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed I know every curve like the back of my hand Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry I'mma take it slow just as fast as I can Got a girl from the south south side, got braids in her hair First time I seen her