Hit (feat. Gucci Mane)

Thanks, Yakree

Uh?

Yeah, yeah

Count that dough, put that over there, let's get it right, you hear me? (Big Za)

I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper)

He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars)

We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active)

Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Ballers)

Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)

In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy)

Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby)

Aye, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Why you over here?)

Rich **** preference, that's a great selection (Great selection)

Baby girl exhausted, she looking for the bosses (For the bosses)

Neck goin' stupid, wrist too icy, **** (Bling)

Say she want Louis, say she tired of Nike, **** (****)

Maybach cost a quarter, I'm eatin' steak and oyster (Yeah)

I like Rolls-Royces, got too many choices (Yeah)

You wanna win? Call us, wake up, fuck them all up (****)

Err' car fogged up and my pockets clogged up (Yeah)

I don't wanna rap wit' you, boy, I got shit to do (I got shit to do)

Dog shit in a two-seater, this a chicken coupe (This a chicken coupe)

Put a hundred in my mouth, I just left Johnny, huh (Bling, bling)

Big Za in the club, it's a damn tsunami (Big Za)

I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper)

He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars)

We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active)

Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Ballers)

Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)

In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy)

Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby)

Aye, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Go) (Why you over here?)

I got real paper, real tall paper

I hide my money in the wall, I call it wallpaper (Uh)

I only smoke flavors and all my suits tailored (Damn)

I got my neighbors mad 'cause my house bigger than my neighbors' (Facts)

I'm a rich ****, I need a rich bitch

Shawty seen the Wop, she's tryna risk it (Mwah)

Drop-top Ferrari, so you know the top is off (Off)

She say she scared of spiders, so I had to drop her off (Go)

I ain't got no worries, I got rich-**** problems (Problems)

And when it come to poppin', I'm like Orville Redenbacher (Poppin')

Part-time rapper, full-time shit talker

Can I touch, see if it's real, bae? 'Cause that shit wobblin' (It's Gucci)

I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper (Shit popper)

He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand dollars (Got a thousand dollars)

Well, damn

We some real trappers, we get real active (Real active)

Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with ballers (Ballers)

Countin' blue hundreds, then I rubber band it, boy (Rubber band it, boy)

In the club throwin' ones left-handed, boy (Left-handed, boy)

Wop

Let me grab that ass, baby, so I know it's real (Come here, baby)

Aye, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business over here (Why you over here?)

Go, go, go, go