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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Shawty cooler than fan, but her man not me Got a real hot mouth, but she a stone cold freak 10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach Got a nigga from the country, come two times a week I'm in a red Maserati with some snow white seats And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth Red bottoms on the wood, watchin' the Hawks play the Heat Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat 6 ounces and a liter that's a dirty sweet tea I'm a put this game on every bad bitch that I meet I'm a zone 6 king and my jeans got wings I'm a rich girl's fantasy, a poor girl's dream [Hook: Gucci Mane] Hold up stop the track, let's get some understandin' I'm servin' softball, I pitch underhanded Your girlfriend said she like me but I'm too demandin' Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas My stash done got so big that I can't rubber band it My plug be speakin' Spanish I can't understand it So stop the track my nigga let's get some understandin' Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Now I can't dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin' Letras de cancionesRap or trap my nigga I'm a take my chances I had a couple jooks didn't go down how I planned it I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn't handle it You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded Blowin' kush in the house, she smokin' second handed I got the whole pack sold 'fo the pack landed Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin' And you ain't gotta shop with me that's fine and dandy Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy Cookin' dope in Lou Vuittion cause I'm kinda fancy I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy [Hook: Gucci Mane] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] Hold up wait, let me explain Half my niggas move ki's of 'caine Jewish lawyers what we've attained In my car's where she give brain Bought the V of Dorthy Yellow road, sellin' bricks Big face, yellow wrist, drop top, hello bitch Cut the shit, make sure that we see eye to eye We got them birds and they don't fly up in the sky Bitch, and you gon' take this trip to Kansas And you gon' get them bricks of dandruff I wash the money like it's Head & Shoulders I watch the money like a deadly cobra And hit my phone once you got the bricks You hit the road you better hold it if you gotta piss [Hook: Gucci Mane] From Letras Mania