[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
She don't want liquor, she just want wine
She just my kind: long hair, fat behind
They say we're intertwined, we belong together
In the club throwing money up, changing weather
G's on my sweater, all i get is cheddar
Money go-getters: waka flocka and 2 timez
Gucci - sup, i said to the haitians
Waddup luchi. free my nigga zoe
40k for a show. practice what i preach
Shawty mane that's all i know
Triple cup styrofoam's got me walking slow
I'm smoking on reefer, me gucci and wiz khalifa

[hook: gucci mane]
Smoking on reefer, make a bitch out
And leave her. comment trough a speaker
Grind in my 2-seater
Cause i got a fleet-a
Send em work like it ain't a leak-a
I practice what i preach-a
If you ain't got a game, i could teach ya

[verse 2: gucci mane]
I got a murder charge now for the tracks i murdered
Like a nigga turned around, i'm going back to work
Got a smirk on my face cause i smoke the purp
Gucci boy, now they doing a search
And i ain't been lame, but tame your dame
Cause you should be ashamed how she's off the chain
I'm insane in the brain like saddam hussain
I got a brink of extra change of this extra 'caine
It's crazy, dwayne just counting strange
Me and waka flocka flame on a private plane
With 2 bad ass bitches, bout to run a train
Like an organ donor, baby loan the brain

[hook: gucci mane]
Smoking on reefer, make a bitch out
And leave her. [?] speaker
Grind in my 2-seater
Cause i got a fleet-a
Send em work like it ain't a leak-a
I practice what i preach-a
If you ain't got a game, i could teach ya