Gucci Mane — Play With Your Children

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Yeah I fell off for a minute but I’m right back balling I’m a big ass nigga but got this little sharp on it I got my wine with me nigga but I ain’t from New Orleans You know them young niggas will kill you for them brand new Jordans I fucked the gamblers house up, I want to buy one, bought it Little bad bitch went and bought me that brand new Audi They call me thigh pad shawty, got the real high prices Keep a pocket rocket, make your ass come out of the closet I got the squares in, niggas smelling like nail polish My stack seven feet tall like Rasheed Wallace These niggas say that they some killers but they act like hoes I got a heart so I'm kill you and send your grandma roses [Chorus: Gucci Mane] You better play with your children, you better play with your children Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing In such a short time, I made myself some millions You better play with your children, you better play with your children Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing In such a short time, I made myself some millions [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] Just a short time I made about a million Not off no rap check but trapping in them buildings From all this lean I sip I done spent about a million And I don’t beef with kids nigga, go play with your children Working with the work man, just like a gym do Niggas try to rob me, thank god I had my pistol Some thot calling me, she talking bout her rent due Better go find your boyfriend, 'cause all I do is fuck you Nigga playing with me, knowing I’m a loose screw Don’t make me pull up with the youngins, boy them boys is KuKu Hop out the cut, on foenem, I will shoot you Just bought a brand new chopper, them bullets gon' kiss you Funeral next Friday your mama gon' miss you But that’s how it get when you’re fucking with a boss dude Ain’t no pretending, you don’t want to cop a Hyundai I’mma tell you once boy you better play with your children [Chorus: Gucci Mane] You better play with your children, you better play with your children Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing In such a short time, I made myself some millions You better play with your children, you better play with your children Cause you ain’t got to tell me, I can see you’re in your feelings Hell naw, I’m not a psychic, but I predict a killing In such a short time, I made myself some millions