Yeah, Gucci
Don P., what's hannenin'?
What's trap-nnenin'?
Gucci
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Just to jump the line, I spent fifty-five hundred
Told a young, fuck nigga "That ain't no money"
Then I passed the waitress lady one hundred hundreds
Ten thousand ones, then I made it rain money
(How you do that? Let's go)
Cause my trap doin' numbers
Came to the club in 'bout five stretch Hummers
I'm still spendin' by '93 small-face hundreds
Tricked like half a hundred, Magic City last Monday
Thirty thousand, Blazin' Saddles next Sunday
Cocaina shawty, plug ain't even from the country
Just to park the whips, it was twenty-seven fifty
Three grand, two-fifty, tipped five-fifty
Bart Simpson chain a play, that is one-sixty
Mighty Mouse charm a play, that is one-fifty
Yellow Corvette, shit, that was just sixty
Tipped her three fifties cause she had some big tiddies
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Forty Gs in my black designer jeans
Got them thousand-dollar Guccis on my feet
Gucci frames makin' it hard for me to see
I'm in the club thinkin' like I'm in the street
I got a loaded German rifle on my seat
I spent a half a million dollars in a week
Every day, I'm takin' models out to eat
Pullin' up, S550
Neck and wrist, teeth and fingers on glisten
I come in with that "too much flexin'"
Order fifty shots of Henn' fuck Cris', man
Proposed a toast to flex my blue and yellow diamonds
Yeah, I look like money, but I smell like bricks
'Bout a thousand pounds of purp, walkin' down to Old Nick's
Give my nigga Pootang sixty, he don't make the six
Whether he hit or miss, I'll never miss the shit
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
(Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money)
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em
Last song of the night, and I'm still spendin' money
No more ones, I'ma make it rain hundreds
Shawty lookin' at my like she think I did something
I looked back at her like "Baby, that's nothing"
If all y'all come, I'll give y'all all four hundred
I'm in the club ballin', while my trap still bunkin'
Bubba kush party, smoked at least six onions
A thousand hot wings, that was only nine hundred
650 Beamer, baby girl, ride nicely
Head at the end of the night, that's priceless
650 Beamer, baby girl, ride nicely
Head at the end of the night, that's priceless
