[Chorus:]
Mac Bre-Z:Is you rollin (repeat 3 times)
Gucci:b**** i might be(repeat 3 times)
Mac Bre-Z:Girl he geeked up(repeat 3 times)
Gucci:b**** I might be (repeat 3 times)
Yeeaaaaahhh!
[Verse 1:]
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your b**** came in
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body
Im geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Aint your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
Im off three double stacks and Im lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I dont know where Im goin
On 285 i keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
"Gucci show time" give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause im really really trippin
went to the strip club and requested "Im Da Man"
The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no d***
Neva took a pill or neva ate a b****
You a liar but I aint gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
You say you married well b**** you might be
But I bet your husband aint Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem Jordache Jeans
On paper but I still keep that thrax on me
Im the s*** in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves thats three
Aint no waffle house baby hell I cant eat
Gucci hood like your hood, man hes so street
Wearin Dolce's in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
Drop the top on that thang let you see my seats
We've been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane [the flyy n**** get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
sell a cush by a bell so you kno might s*** tight
See Im 30 in the morning on a all night flight
Im high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star n**** Im gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40
ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
take two of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man Im so real
Three dollars for a pill thats a d*** good deal
Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.
s*** well baby I might be. But got d*** what is you doin. You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I aint
(K-Reilly) K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum. What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the s*** you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. Imma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin. Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, b**** I might be, b**** I might be, b**** I might be YEEEAAAAAAAHHH
Mac Bre-Z:Is you rollin (repeat 3 times)
Gucci:b**** i might be(repeat 3 times)
Mac Bre-Z:Girl he geeked up(repeat 3 times)
Gucci:b**** I might be (repeat 3 times)
Yeeaaaaahhh!
[Verse 1:]
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your b**** came in
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body
Im geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Aint your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
Im off three double stacks and Im lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I dont know where Im goin
On 285 i keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
"Gucci show time" give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause im really really trippin
went to the strip club and requested "Im Da Man"
The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no d***
Neva took a pill or neva ate a b****
You a liar but I aint gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
You say you married well b**** you might be
But I bet your husband aint Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem Jordache Jeans
On paper but I still keep that thrax on me
Im the s*** in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves thats three
Aint no waffle house baby hell I cant eat
Gucci hood like your hood, man hes so street
Wearin Dolce's in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
Drop the top on that thang let you see my seats
We've been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane [the flyy n**** get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
sell a cush by a bell so you kno might s*** tight
See Im 30 in the morning on a all night flight
Im high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star n**** Im gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40
ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
take two of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man Im so real
Three dollars for a pill thats a d*** good deal
Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.
s*** well baby I might be. But got d*** what is you doin. You jockin a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I aint
(K-Reilly) K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum. What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the s*** you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. Imma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin. Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how bout that. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, b**** I might be, b**** I might be, b**** I might be YEEEAAAAAAAHHH