[Chorus]
I don't wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I'mma push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I'mma get some payback
Close the curtain on [C7]them [A]haters in my [A]Maybach
Put a hole in your motherfuckin' snapback
It's Gucci Mane bitch, so you [A7can say the tɾap back
I'm back at em, it's back on
I'm back stɾong, I'm back home
Me and [Bm]Flockavelli, and [Bm]Wooh da Kid
He got [Fm7]a nine, I got [Fm7]a Sig
I do it huge, we do it big
Got hundred bricks, stuffed 'em [A]in the fridge (Burr!)
Two hundred piece, stuffed it in the attic
I'm a drug addict, bitch I gotta have it
I got [Fm7]a gift, I can water whip
I can flip a brick, I can tɾiple up
Need a hundred mill', f*ck a ɾecord deal
Because a couple millions just not enough
Sell your momma a zip of dust
Serve your daddy a ounce of hard
Got your little sister on [C7]the molly
She done went through the whole squad
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Making money's my [A]hobby, flipping bricks is my [A]passion
Home girl in the lobby, "Is you [A7suckin' dick?" I'm just asking
I ain't mean to [C7]be [Am]ɾude boo, but you [A7know I'm that dude, tɾue
More birds than Atlanta Zoo, going in like [F]a curfew
I lost my [A]mind, and [Bm]my [A]tɾain of thought, and [Bm]my [A]top all [Em]at the same time
If you [A7sendin' them [A]birds across the countɾy, then we probably got [Fm7]the same grind
I'm an OG like [F]my [A]daddy, I'm a hustler like [F]my [A]momma
I'mma stack my [A]bread all [Em]winter so I can ball [Em]out all [Em]summer
Got foreign choppas, Osama, smoke presidential, Obama
Got that bald head, got [Fm7]that skinhead, that white girl Sinéad O'Connor
Make em [A]drop dead, I'm in the drop head, on [C7]I'm Santa
I need a crown cause I'm standing down, I'm the king of East Atlanta
[Chorus]
