Left Hand - Gucci Mane

Call that ballin I call dat hopscotch

Nigga got a lil cash but he ain’t' got what I got

No twenties in my bankroll one fifty on my watch

Like Dikembe Mutombo get a lot of them big blocks

Gucci brought them bands out

You brought a lil cash out

Offsets they poke out

Interior smoked out

Homie you a peon

I’m riding European

Emmitt Smith on the back tier but the front tires are Dion

Get the shit for the 17 bout to sell the shit for Keyshawn

My wrist colder than freon that bullshit I be on

In the club I’m wasted better yet I’m faded

Got home don’t know how I made it but the shit all gravy

When I’m pickin up weight I need a personal trainer

My money got it’s on fuckin personal trainer

I’m in the club throwin hun done’s

Smokin outta onions

Garlic bread inside paint like lasagna

Gucci be fresh like first day of school

Diamonds drippin wet it’s like they pushed me in the pool

Makin paper airplanes outta hunnids what i do

Ace of Spades like it bottled water to the crew

Excuse me let me introduce myself they call me Gucci

And all my kicks they be the flyest call me Bruce Lee

And I don’t talk my money do the talkin usually

Im super chillin but my money be the rudest

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