Music Video

Gucci Mane - First Day Out Tha Feds [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Hogan
A. Hogan
Composer
Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Composer
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL
Mike WiLL
Producer

Lyrics

Holiday season (ay) Shouts out my nigga Zaytoven (huh, we back in the buildin') We workin', Zay (holiday season) Right back like we never left, nigga (holiday season, nigga) Waka, what up, homie? (Huh?) Shout out my nigga, Woo (we back in the buildin') My nigga Frenchie, Nicki Minaj (no hoes, baby) Shouts out my nigga, OJ Juice (huh) Shout out my nigga G Boy (Gucci) DJ Holiday, "Writing On The Wall" (new mixtape) ("First Day Out") you know what it is Ay, Gucci, how you gon' start the day off, nigga? I'm starting off my day with a blunt of purp' (damn) No pancakes, just a cup of syrup (well, damn) Baking soda, pot, and a silver spork You already know it's time to go to work I'm back up off the kitchen, workin' with a chicken You get 63 grams for like 1250 (wow) 50 pounds of purp, 50 pounds of midget As soon as it's gone, I sell another 60 (huh) My baby need some shoes, my aunty need a purse (huh) Summer coming real soon, so I need a vert (damn) I hop up out that van with that duffel bag (Gucci) And if a nigga try me, I'ma bust his ass (baow) I'm countin' up money in my living room Birds everywhere, I call it the chicken room (damn) Pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den (Gucci) Attic full of guns, basement full of Benjamins (holiday season) Two AK-47s and a blow torch Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch (huh) A couple old schools in my backyard If I don't know you, I'ma serve you through my burglar bars Gucci back, bitch (back, bitch), yeah, I'm back, bitch (huh) Did you miss me (did you miss me?), or miss my wealth, bitch? (Huh) This that new shit (what?), that county jail shit (true) That seventh floor, Rice Street, straight out a cell shit You on my shit list (pussy), I'm on the Forbes list (pussy) Since I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch (Gucci) I got a sick wrist (bling), it cost 'bout six bricks I'm on that slick shit, that Zone 6 shit (huh) Huh, huh, what's happenin'? So Icy CEO, we in the buildin' Huh, huh, huh, Zaytoven on the track, huh, damn, damn (Burr, burr) Wow Bling-blaow, bling-blaow (wow)
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Xavier Dotson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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