Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like Gold jewelry shining so bright Strawberry champagne on ice Sex by the fire at night Silk sheets and diamonds all white Jump in the Cadillac (Girl, let's put some miles on it) Anything you want (Just

When the load gettin' closer, hope they don't pull him over I know my bows over, sack 'em up and keep the over Dope weighing over, please don't weigh it over It's losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda Count the money over, and feed the junky

I hit that bitch way back, I gave her back ('Cause I don't want her) But I'm too rich to put my dick in that (Bitch, I'm not gonna, no) They told me, "Stop buying all these fancy cars" (But I don't wanna) They told me, "Please take all your diamonds off"

Gato, who is Gato, cold, Gato Ellis, Gato, coat, Gato Murder, Gato, work, Gato Yeah, gato, feel me, gato Eh, yeah, scared, perish Southside on the track, yeah Gucci man soprano, my plug call me Carlo (Carlo)

I had to cut lil' mama off, now we back on They think I'm still selling soft like his bag gone I was gone for a minute, now it's back on I'm self made and independent, yup, black on I'm self made and independent, yup we black on

You can't tell me I ain't fly (you can't tell me I ain't fly) I know I'm super fly (I know it) I know I'm super fly (I know), I know I'm super fly (I know) Now watch me fly, fly You can't tell me I ain't fly Fly, fly, fly It's GucciGucci (it's GucciGucci) Huh? Fly

These haters feelin' slighted 'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh It's the night This the night, (This the night, this the night) This the night My jewelry shinin’ bright This the night, huh We ain't come to play Yeah, my bitch she came to

Niggas tryna buy my style, but it ain't in the mall That shit look like a mall My bitch act so boujee, now she don't even like the mall My closet designer down, that shit look like a mall (s'Gucci) My bitch act so boujee, now she don't even like the mall

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I