I'm tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 Cent Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many vices I love to smoke
[feat. Gucci Mane] You thought I was playin You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, You thought I was playin I told u I was so sick and tired of complaining
You know the Amtrak; multi-millionaire still rockin amulets I was turnt up to the mess but now I'm past that But now I'm past that I move stealth, I'm
QP's Shawnna so fine, Gucci mane I'm good She so pretty, but still so hood Hey little darling, How you shawty? I'm so marvelous, I can't call it I'm so
) In My Trap House I'm tired of selling bricks I wanna go legit I wonder can I sell 11 mill like 50 Cent Cause platinum ain't enough I got too many
apologies She just want a Harley, I'm rollin up the Marley, I'm drunk as Paul Mcartney I'm [? ] I'm Gucci Mane not pootie tang, I put it down, don't