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Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame - Ferrari Boyz (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Gholson
Christopher Gholson
Songwriter
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Executive Producer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Producer
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Nyong! Catch up! It's Gucci! I'm in that yellow thing on the 'spressway That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch road rage Get out my lane, ferrari boys You see the chain, so icey boys I'm riding in a mansion but I don't think I'm fancy But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancin' Once upon a time, a little while ago It was a nigga in a 'rrari with a pretty yellow ho Got my head held up 'cause I think I'm handsome Yet the media portraying me as Charles Manson And I could have bought a phantom, roll here four deeper But I rather pull up solo in that yellow two-seater, Gucci Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys (burr, burr!) Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys (burr!) Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys (burr, burr!) Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys Riding in a 'rrari same color as bacardi She don't like me, shorty, man she like my car Damn near wanna fuck my chain Damn near wanna fuck my name Want to bust every nigga in the click I claim Deep-dish rims and the offsets, Mane That's how me and Gucci Mane came Iced out, poppin' shit, drunk switchin' lanes I rock bandanas like Santana's Screaming out "Who wants some Anna?" Made a million off my words They had love for my Country Grammar Pass the antenna 'Cause these rappin' careers got static in it I'm a walking meal ticket just wait a minute Bank account got commas in it All black 'rrari, know the llama's in it I hear them talkin' that gangsta shit but I know they lame as hell One thing, I ain't gonna fail, pussy nigga you scared of jail My name ring bells, my engine loud as hell Shit my 'rrari cost like two-hundred and thirty bills Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys (burr, burr!) Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys (burr!) Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys (burr, burr!) Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys (burr!) I'm just lane changin', chain swangin' Lane changin', chain swangin' Lane changin', chain swangin' (Ferrari boys) I'm just lane changin', chain swangin' Lane changin', chain swangin' Lane changin', chain swangin' (Ferrari boys) I'm just lane changin', chain swangin' Lane changin', chain swangin' Lane changin', chain swangin' (Ferrari boys) I'm just lane changin', chain swangin' Lane changin', chain swangin' Lane changin', chain swangin' (Ferrari boys) Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys (burr, burr!) Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys (burr!) Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys (burr, burr!) Get out my lane Ferrari boys (Ferrari boys) You see the chain? So Icey boys
Writer(s): Radric Davis, Christopher Gholson, Juaquin Malphurs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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