Gucci Mane — Playin With The Money

[Verse 1] I feel like Eazy with these locs on Lookin for some dusty shit to smoke on She's so fine, need a bad bitch to poke on I love trap bitches, this a grown folk song Put yo hands up if your money real long Put yo lighter up if you smoking real strong Got this strong pack here like Incredible Hulk Red diamonds on my wrist matched these red chucks And if a duck weren't up to be a dead duck They call me Guwap cause I got my bread up I put a dude up and I do up in a red cup These niggas playin games, now they got me fed up [Hook] Playin with the money, playin with the money Havin money nigga, I ain't havin paper problems Playin with the money, playin with the money I'm havin paper nigga, I ain't havin paper problems If I was going broke nigga I'll rob ya If I was going broke nigga I'll rob ya If you need some work fool nigga I'll front ya If you need some work fool nigga I'll front ya [Verse 2] It's Gucci Mane the playa, feel like Nino at the cop Only difference bout it, I'm the East Atlanta jug Used to get the work and the pills came from Florida And you my protégé but I can never ride a Mazda Hoppin doors with your main hoes, calamari pasta In the Ferrari California, sittin on Forgiatos And your girlfriend said she pregnant but you know you not the father If my plug would have been a pussy, then I would have robbed him Got them green and white Air Max 95's cause I just came from Boston Try to follow me on I85, well fuck ya I done last ya Amigo say don't like to fuck with blunts cause all these niggas didn't cross school I cross the trash, ran up the set These hoes say that I'm awesome [Hook]