Gucci Mane — Fly Shit

[Intro: Lloyd] Young Lloyd Aye Holiday we got one Zone 6, East Atlanta stand up Aye baby you know how much this motherfuckin car cost? Don't spill nothing in my shit [Chorus: Lloyd] I ain't makin' this shit up, ho I ain't Maybeline I got some shit off in my cup that's gonna make ya lean I told er cool it, please don't make a scene Cause I'm a fool with it, this is every day for me She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit) Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds) Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit) If you don't like the rules then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Higher than a pilot, fresher than a stylist You a bad bitch, I'm a take you to a island Aggressive watch game, yeah my diamonds real violent If you a grown lady then why you actin all childish? Bought a new Bentley, I don't even gotta drive it Parked outside so I jumped inside it Lights frog-eyed'd, the seats cow hide'd Private jet flying, smoking kush with the pilot Head so good that it keeps me smiling Forgiato rims so I keep on sliding So icey boss so I keep on diamonds And Too Short told me to keep on rhyming 2 Pac taught me to keep on riding Biggie Smalls says yo mama be cryin Owe me money and you keep on lyin I'm a grab my gun, I'm a keep on firin Ball so hard I can touch the sky I can't even lie, I don't wear levi's Goon came in and you took up yo chain Fuck them niggas I'm a keep on mine Your girl so fly and she gonna on wine I ain't gonna tell you, nigga one time Slide in with me, you can come in free Or you can stand and freeze in that long ass line [Chorus: Lloyd] I ain't makin' this shit up, ho I ain't Maybeline I got some shit off in my cup that's gonna make ya lean I told er cool it, please don't make a scene Cause I'm a fool with it, this is every day for me She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit) Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds) Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit) If you don't like the rules then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Riding down to crest and the Bentley Mulsanne Little hand choppa and the big weed bong Born by myself, I don't need no one If you don't got no enemies, make you some Sometime money can make you dumb Money on yo head, better get yo gun Broke ass nigga can't even make bond I don't trust that bitch, money make er cum Flyin to the nigga, tryna go to the prom Smokin on kush like fuck my lungs None of these hoes can't meet my mom At the end of the day you want a suck her son Leather jacket on so I feel like Fonzi I ain't never ever had so much fun 500$ gun and a million on jewels And I wet yo ass up like you jumped in the pool Feds wanna get me just like Ja Rule Five bad bitches, that's deja-vu Wutchu gonna do with them scraps on you? And kicks so fly, got a birds eye view Gucci 2 times, 2 times times 2 All this money can't fit in these Tru's This a T neck so my neck hurt too But I pity the fool tryna try my crew [Chorus: Lloyd] I ain't makin' this shit up, ho I ain't Maybeline I got some shit off in my cup that's gonna make ya lean I told er cool it, please don't make a scene Cause I'm a fool with it, this is every day for me She want that fly shit (fly shit, fly shit) Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds) Just remember you in my shit (my shit my shit) If you don't like the rules then bye bitch (bye bitch, bye bitch)