[Intro]
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money getting n****
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard ya n***** ballin'
Then why the f*** you take a loan for
Better get the f*** out East Atlanta
You n***** know you don't belong here
All my n***** smoking strong here
We don't talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of cliques don't get along here
Bricksquad my nig, we rock our own gear
I'm on the crib sitting on my lawn chair
I hope you don't read me wrong
But if I go pull out that tone dear
I bet that you don't make it home
I'm in the trap house with my long johns
And I been trapping all day long
They call me baking soda Armstrong
Before it dry that s*** be gone
[Hook: Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
I'm a money getting n**** (money getting n****!)
Atleast that's just what I'm known for (that's just what I'm known for!)
You better call up my connect (my connect!)
And ask him what he put me on for (what he put me on for!)
I heard ya n***** ballin' (ballin!)
Then why the f*** you take a loan for (loan for!)
(You better stay up out of Philly n****
You know you p****** don't belong here!
Meek Milly!)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Rose gold on my bottom six, half a mil on foreign whips
I'm in the wheel with a foreign b****
I'm on the bra strap, she on this d***
Just bow down you lame, your diamonds look strange
I'm grinding like Wayne
When he on that skateboard, I'm safe!
n**** your new girl, my old b****
My old b****, your new girl
Young lil rich Philly n****
Them hoes tell me I'm too thorough
I don't even f*** one on one
Cause when I come, I need two girls
That's down to f*** like all night
Get them b****** that hard pipe
Ridin' with with a ho named Keisha
And we smoking on Keisha
Young n**** fresh like Easter
Blood dripping on my sneakers
Straight drop I stick that
I sell a brick, I get back
That Molly look like a Tic Tac
And I tell a ho that s*** back like Whoa!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I drop a bag on yo' head n****
And they'll locate yo' a** like OnStar
I ain't have to buy s*** n****
My n**** Waka got his own car
You on my d***, like you a b**** n****
Why don't you go and quote yo' own bars
And I don't want to go back to jail n****
But you gon' make me catch one more charge
I could look and tell you're frail n****
But you keep on tryna to look hard
Your friends keep asking "what's the smell n****?"
That's your m************ homeboys
[Hook]
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm a money getting n****
At least that's just what I'm known for
You better call on my connect
And ask him what he put me on for
I heard ya n***** ballin'
Then why the f*** you take a loan for
Better get the f*** out East Atlanta
You n***** know you don't belong here
All my n***** smoking strong here
We don't talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of cliques don't get along here
Bricksquad my nig, we rock our own gear
I'm on the crib sitting on my lawn chair
I hope you don't read me wrong
But if I go pull out that tone dear
I bet that you don't make it home
I'm in the trap house with my long johns
And I been trapping all day long
They call me baking soda Armstrong
Before it dry that s*** be gone
[Hook: Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
I'm a money getting n**** (money getting n****!)
Atleast that's just what I'm known for (that's just what I'm known for!)
You better call up my connect (my connect!)
And ask him what he put me on for (what he put me on for!)
I heard ya n***** ballin' (ballin!)
Then why the f*** you take a loan for (loan for!)
(You better stay up out of Philly n****
You know you p****** don't belong here!
Meek Milly!)
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Rose gold on my bottom six, half a mil on foreign whips
I'm in the wheel with a foreign b****
I'm on the bra strap, she on this d***
Just bow down you lame, your diamonds look strange
I'm grinding like Wayne
When he on that skateboard, I'm safe!
n**** your new girl, my old b****
My old b****, your new girl
Young lil rich Philly n****
Them hoes tell me I'm too thorough
I don't even f*** one on one
Cause when I come, I need two girls
That's down to f*** like all night
Get them b****** that hard pipe
Ridin' with with a ho named Keisha
And we smoking on Keisha
Young n**** fresh like Easter
Blood dripping on my sneakers
Straight drop I stick that
I sell a brick, I get back
That Molly look like a Tic Tac
And I tell a ho that s*** back like Whoa!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I drop a bag on yo' head n****
And they'll locate yo' a** like OnStar
I ain't have to buy s*** n****
My n**** Waka got his own car
You on my d***, like you a b**** n****
Why don't you go and quote yo' own bars
And I don't want to go back to jail n****
But you gon' make me catch one more charge
I could look and tell you're frail n****
But you keep on tryna to look hard
Your friends keep asking "what's the smell n****?"
That's your m************ homeboys
[Hook]