I Don't Do Roofs - Gucci Mane

I’m allergic to ceilings, offended by tops\nI don’t have no feelings, get that from my pops\nConvertible Gucci, convertible Phantom\nGot money on money, might drop the top on my mansion\nLet me reintroduce me, I’m drop top Gucci\nHad a hard top once, but now I’m drop top stupid\nI got your girlfriend with me, she in an awkward position\nSwitching gears on the steering wheel and I’m revving the engine\nShe never seen nothing like it so she keeps asking me questions\nShe ask me where is my ceiling, I told her fuck it I left it\nShe started braining, I’m driving, I damn near went past the exit\nI’m in a headless Ferrari, me and your wifey, she naked\nHit the bank, withdraw a million dollars, then make it rain at the house\nVacuum, then a month later I done found like 100 thou\nEating breakfast the next day, found diamonds all in my fruit loops\n8 cars and they topless cause truthfully I don’t do roofs\nI don’t do roofs, I don’t do roofs\nI don’t do roofs, I don’t do roofs\n8 cars and they topless cause truthfully I don’t do roofs\nI don’t do roofs, I don’t do roofs\nGot ahead in my car, got a headless car\nGot my top pushed back but I’m up to par\nShe glazing at my Cartier’s, looking at the star\nMy game is extraterrestrial, it’s next to Mars\nYour niggas swag so stanky it’s an extra charge\nGet in that ugly ass car, I’m dropping sexy bars\nI know some killers long beards, and they praise Allah\nI got some skinny waisted bitches, but they stuff cigars\nSo how we country and these cars ain’t from this country\nHit one button and fold my top just like it’s lunch\nSexy but can’t eat a spaghetti for nothing\nBlood red Rari, drop my top, Spaghetti Junction