Gucci Mane — Immature

[Intro: DJ Holiday & Gucci Mane] The Commission I'm coast to coast, propose a toast, brag and boast to this We cookin' up, too turn't up, and I'm too rich to th- Coast, propose a toast, brag and boast to this We cookin' up, too turn't up, and I'm too rich Coast, propose a toast, brag and boast to this We cookin' up, too turn't up, and I'm too rich to this [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I make a hit, smoke a blunt, and then I take a shit Shark alert, that chick a shark, she wanna bite my dick I got a stripe down a tiger, I'm a Falcons fan Bought a diamond helmet just to rep the land (Bling, blaw) If you ain't four fold then you just might not understand (Burr!) East Atlanta ridin' with me all the way to Japan And the way I ball out I should be named Durant I gotta down then everybody on the Birds and Saints Don't try to stop me, 'cause Gucci all what you ain't I got a new slogan, this year is money in the bank (It's Gucci!) [Bridge: Gucci Mane] I got money, I got money in my pocket I got money, cash money in my pocket Fuck a wallet, young nigga, no wallet Four pocket, totin' guala, whole jockey, Gucci [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Ride with me, no amateur Don't fuck with him, he's immature My rims are based, his immature His price too high, mine's immature [Verse 2: ?] Why you fuck with him, you know he a hater Always on my feet like a motherfuckin' gator Engine in my car like a motherfuckin' tiger Try me on the highway, my [?] (Holiday season) look like a lion I am not trying, I can take you out, but baby, I am not buying Psych, you can get it how you live it But just as fast as you can get it I hope you can give it European auto, press a button, auto start Cut that motherfucker up, they ain't ever heard of [?] I don't layaway I'll pay today That boy you fuckin' with immature, he can't be laid Ferrari, Jag, kit matchin' the ratchet, that's black on black Kush, pass it, its smokin' like acid, I fuck with that New York in my heart, A-Town on my fitted hat Baby come and ride with me I'll show you where my city at [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Ride with me, no amateur Don't fuck with him, he's immature My rims are based, his immature His price too high, mine's immature Gucci