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[feat. Master P] [Intro: Master P (Gucci Mane)] Ungghhhhh... Gucci! (Big Gucci) It's yo' time I'm a give you the blueprint Ain't nobody harder We got money in the matress, old money I got credit cards, Gucci got cash money [Gucci Mane:] It's the billion kid, Gucci, we went half on a bank I'm a walkin [?] happenin, I live in a tank He go hard in the paint, he got hard at the bank Waka Flocka, Gucci Mane, I'm goin hard on the drinks And I get pussy every day, I guess you is what you drank Cause y'all pussycat is bigger than the diamonds in my rang Who is I? [?] done run off with the scrubs Duck or neck, but you didn't share the love with the thugs And the rap game paralyze the street life, I'm not sellin drugs I'm, selling CD's globally, my Brinks truck pullin up I get offers for a million dollars just to throw it up I made two thundred thousand today I feel like throwin up Gucci [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Letras de cancionesI got Hummer trucks, pullin up, but I'm buyin other trucks Master P and Gucci Mane done pulled up in the wealth with our Brinks... we threw our rap in the rink Chop Squadron pullin up, drophead pullin up Drop dead, I don't skate, froze up, we pullin up Brinks... we threw our rap in the rink Up, the [?] bad nigga, Brinks [Master P:] I'm 'bout to pull a Mike Vick on 'em dude Get money, street boys; I love the kid Iced green Peedy, I got the streets heated I left a minute now I'm back the game really needs me Gucci Mane called me, man I got that flipper Everybody come and tryin to get in my hair for dipper With that dola, trap boy, granolas Brick Squad soldiers, gon' run 'til it's over I had chills for a minute, still screamin No Limit Had changed my life, dem fools thought I wasn't in it Drumma B and we winnin; and y'all never done it Tried to play the game but none of y'all never won it Don't need to be replaced - I'm already a legend From the streets to the hood to my little brother up in heaven I'm a ghetto star [Chorus] From Letras Mania