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[Hook:] You ain't talkin' money then you speak a foreign language I'm from East Atlanta, we don't even talk to strangers Blue diamonds in my Rollie, gang banger Red diamonds in my Rollie, gang banger I'm from East Atlanta, all I do is run it up I'm not talkin' English, I'm just talkin' money, bruh Red diamonds in my watch, gang banger Blue diamonds in my necklace, gang banger I'm smokin' California weed, it's the best in the B And it's reserved for only rappers, superstars and Gs They call me Gucci Mane Li cause [?] I take your head off your body, that El Chapo in me These niggas sleepin' on the concrete to put Js on their feet I rock exclusive Louboutins 4 weeks 'fore they hit the streets It's big Gucci with a big G I hustle hard, I sell a peach to a peach tree I turned on Peachtree and I told my top to leave me Yellow Ferrari on the Forgis, they believe me And I'm a walkin' traphouse, you can rent me And I'm a rollin' drug store so limo tint me, catch up! [Hook] You talkin', nigga? What you talkin' 'bout? Letras de cancionesYou don't got no money, you have got no clout 3 cars and I can bring 'em out The Lamb' all red, cost half a mil' That's a mile test Drop top low, that's got a small chest Got a gun chest A girl with a gun in a sundress Murder complex, use it through your headrest I left your whole hood smellin' like deviled eggs And I left your two homeboys headless Talkin' shit, pussy nigga? Where the address? You ain't come over with me in Sun Valley You youngin's gettin' by barely I'm a young black millionaire in Ballys Guwop in this bitch, I'm droppin' deuces and foes And I'ma front that dough to every nigga I know I was a hundred thousand dollars up at the store Now I'm on like 10 mil', nigga, I got a hundred to go [Hook] From Letras Mania