bitch i might be

You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now

But I wish I had a lie detector test right now

You say you marry well bitch you might be

But I bet your husband ain't icy like me

She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee

When dem dope man Nike's and dem jore ass jeans

I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me

I'mma the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me

Pop one, pop two, two halves that's three

Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat

Gucci hood like your hood man he's so extreme

Wearin' doces in the club 'cause you know the boy geeked

Top the top on that thang let you see my seats

We've been rollin', rollin', rollin', we ain't slept in weeks

Gucci Mane [Incomprehensible] nigga get your mind right

Order crys by the twelve like a case of bud light

Sell a cush by a bell so you know might shit tight

See I'm 30 in the morning on an all night flight

I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty

So tell me when to go like my name E 40

A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party

Got a party pack of pillz that's at least 'bout 40

I'll pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans

Take two of these pillz call me in the morning

Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real

Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal

Ay wassup Gucci Mane, why you sweatin' so hard?

Is you rollin' or somethin'?

Shit well baby, I might be but god now what is you doin'?

You jockin' a playa, you ch-chewy ova here right