Текстове на песни: Gucci Mane. Chicken Talk. Money On The Floor.

Verse 1
Gucci in the club poppin bands on them hoes/gon' head gucci mane toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass hoe/got me comin back nightly tryin to find this hoe
I got money on the table,choppa on the dresser/financials is stable,very sucessul
Money on the marble,redder than a cardinal,bluer than a dodger,blacker than a ninja
iteneries,calenders,babies and agendas/boo i'll fuck ya hit ya when I hit ya
text,max fax,e-mail me send a picture/gucci mane fucked ya girl go get the pistol
gucci mane fucked the world and its sister/main bitch left me I didn't even miss her
fucked her bestfriend she sucked me then you kissed her/fucked your bestfriend she sucked me then you kissed her

Chorus:
J's at my door,I got money on the floor
J's,J's at my door I got money on the floor
J's,J's at my door I got money on the floor
I'm a million dollar nigga on the muthafuckin floor.
I got money on the floor,I got money on the floor,I got money on the floor,I got money on the floor,I got money on the floor,I got money floor,I got money floor,I got money on the floor

Verse 2
Money on the floor its more gualas to count/got alot of crackheads trynin to get in my house
This hoe say she hungry put my dick in her mouth/if she help me hit a lick than i'm watchin her out
Down south gold mouth,yea them birds fly south/made a half a million dollars in my traphouse
I'm a million dollar man on the low worth eight/everygirl that I meet fucks on first
date
He on 26's baby I'm on 8's/bart simpson colar diamonds wit the red rum skates
Brazillian,chamillion mmaterial forces/mustard 9 8's or the retro jordans
The bitch isn't mine then wheres my choices/then i'll choose mine then move wit bosses
The bitch isn't mines then wheres my choices/then i'll choose mine then move wit bosses

Chorus:
J's at my door,I got money on the floor
J's,J's at my door I got money on the floor
J's,J's at my door I got money on the floor
I'm a million dollar nigga on the muthafuckin floor.
I got money on the floor,I got money on the floor,I got money on the floor,I got money on the floor,I got money on the floor,I got money floor,I got money floor,I got money on the floor

Verse 3
Mo-jo told me step my game up/So if I throw up man shrimp might come up
Chamillion paint job same color the vomit/80 proof liquor all in my stomach
I'm on the look-out for a big fine woman/who love to suck dick and can keep me cumin
I thug this,love this never been love sick/but been frost bit back back young bitch
Orange catalina same color as a sunkist/6 12's beat everytime the fuckin drum kick
born on the track so you know its gon go/I got half a million dollars on this got damn floor

(Thanks to E.Atlanta Zone 6 for these lyrics)