Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot you niggas is pussy All you niggas is broke I know these niggas is not really doin' what they pretendin' be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care

I don't wanna wake up Under my feet I don't wanna wake up (yeah) I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up) I want you spread out on the sheets Said her pussy so good And her pussy so sweet I want it flowing through my streams Getting me hot

Black Cats, White Cats All my Zef Cats, look out Big dog in the place to be! Pitbull terrier, I am a pitbull terrier Pussy, for bad boy No pussy, sad boy You’re making me crazy Mal in the skull boy All work and no play

These niggas won't hold me back These hoes wanna hold me back These hoes won't hold me back These hoes wanna hold me back, no Pussy ho, pussy ho I see how these niggas playin' But I could adapt I look in my fridge, my shit lookin' scarce I got a few

Can I live? Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashing Probably cause I never could, said if I had it, never would Then I got my first little taste of paper And I splurged, I guess it's just the nigga urge This is The Boondocks I swear yo I’m like

If I die tonight, I bet I'll resurrect I'm jumpin' up in that pussy like I'm needlin' Fresh up outta jail, so I'm gon' leave it in Hittin' from the back like I'm gon' leave again Money talk, these diamonds on my cavity I say ain't I resurrect, how I pull

Suh mi nuh listen when some suck pussy bway A try dis mi How me buss a New York City Dat a create de mystery Box mi inna mi face Yuh mussi mad Dats highly unlikely Mi a mek history

Oh I'll be good to you, Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit Man we're kissin' and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat You know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy Man,

Ayy, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy Ayy, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, yuh (Ayy) Uh, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, yuh (Huh?) Uh, big tag, uh, Gucci, uh, on my bag, uh Pull up on 'em, huh, get them running, uh Ayy

My pockets bulging, bulging, poking out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print (Mike Will Made It) Bitch stop the comparisons, I'm not these other artistses I'm Gucci Mane, the player, my neck on that real retarded shit Keep a towel with me