Stand 4 It - Gucci Mane

«What's happenin' homie?»

«Hey man, get the valet man»

«Man slide me down right here in the front, man»

«Got yo 5 homie, nigga»

«Big Guwop»

I make a 100K a day, that’s a slap in the face

Me and Scooter ball in Vegas, just like Puffy & Mase

You know the way that Gucci play, don’t make me go in my safe

I wore my Louboutin’s once, and then I throw 'em away

I’m drinkin' Chandon, Sean John all in the day

This champagne and peach Ciroc, it got me higher than space

I said grace and drink my breakfast

Yeah a pint of the grape

Cook up a half a brick for lunch, and then I gave it away

I fornicate with my trigger, bring my scrap to the date

I duct tape your feet and legs, you won’t wear nothin' but tape

They think I got a weight problem I get so much cake

You niggas hatin on the 'wop, that’s a female trait

I sell a million dollar verse, get your Gmail straight

I sixteen so hard it make your heart vibrate

Charger knockin pictures off the wall, there’s no earthquake

They tried to kill my partner Rick Ross on his birthday

They say life is a bitch

But Gucci paying cash for it

Momma stressing hard

Cause she can’t pay the landlord

I can never snitch

My family they don’t stand for it

And I wasn’t born rich

But being broke I just can’t stand for

I stand on what I said nigga

That’s just what I stand for

My young nigga jump overboard

That’s just what I stand for

All my niggas trappin' hard

That’s just what I stand for

My chopper is my body guard

That’s just what I stand for

I bought a Buick Regal, man and I didn’t have a license

Used to catch the buster walking just to buy my Nikes

I knew you’d turn pussy nigga I guess that makes me psychic

Got 100 young niggas with me all these niggas strapped

I ain’t tryin' to diss your momma, but I bet your son won’t try me

And your momma may not tell you, but I bet your sister like me

I’m like Tyson in his prime, man but I’m not with the fightin'

Yellow lightning on my wrist, my Roley’s bigger than a Breitling

Just rolled a ounce up in a Philly Titan where the lighters

I’m King Midas bitches say your highness

Cause I’m draped diamonds

Call me smokey because I’m rocking ice cubes, booked up to Next Friday

And if you love me, like you say you love me baby hit the highway