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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chill Will
Chill Will
Vocals
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If you ain't gettin' no money, ****, what's your purpose?
Don't need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus
I keep on doin' what I'm doin', what I'm doin' workin'
They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect
They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect
I left the lot and dropped the top 'cause tops, they make me nervous
I gave the game all I got, my life and my verses
And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface
[Verse 2]
Just to wake up, it's a blessed day
But I'm boomin' cage like every day
Put my muscle down, put my hustle down
I'm makin' money, like several ways
Got a traphouse in the neighborhood
Get my grass cut by seven J's
Flashback, yellow Lamborghini
I pulled up to the figure eight
Got a book man, I'm a coupe man
Get the escrows, I'm extra paid
I pulled up in that Rolls Royce
All the pussy **** had nothing to say
Cockroaches in the industry
I think it's time for me to fumigate
Since I committed, when I get through those pearly gates
Might buy a pint, I might crack a seal
Then pour a four in my Ace of Spades
Might buy a pound and break it down
Then smoke a pound in the VIP
I'm gettin' money, you ain't gettin' money
Is that the reason you mad at me?
Got fifty bags of that Cali gas
And it's all free if you find a seed
[Verse 3]
If you ain't gettin' no money, ****, what's your purpose?
Don't need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus
I keep on doin' what I'm doin', what I'm doin' workin'
They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect
They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect
I left the lot and dropped the top 'cause tops, they make me nervous
I gave the game all I got, my life and my verses
And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface
[Verse 4]
I hope she get so wet I gotta backstroke
And fuck a ****, what the fuck you think these straps for?
Yeah, I be ballin', and I ain't talkin' ball back
Big money, start talkin', little money, fall back
Show me where them broads at, show me where the mall at
Chill with the shit, bitch, show me where the stall at
Look at all this work, I don't think that I can move it all
Look at all this dope, I don't think that I can sell it all
Yeah, I'm tellin' y'all
Big cookin', work in the kitchen, I'm smellin' y'all
Shout out to the East, 'cause I be there on the regular
Yeah, we call 'em squares, but they shapes are rectangular
[Verse 5]
If you ain't gettin' no money, ****, what's your purpose?
Don't need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus
I keep on doin' what I'm doin', what I'm doin' workin'
They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect
They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect
I left the lot and dropped the top 'cause tops, they make me nervous
I gave the game all I got, my life and my verses
And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface
Written by: Radric Delantic Davis
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