Gucci Mane — Socialite

[Hook] I'm a socialite, yeah I'm a socialite Poppin' bottles, rockin ice Burr! It's goin' down tonight I'm a socialite, Black socialite Night life, cocktail party, getcha swag right All eyes on me, all eyes on me Paparazzi, TMZ, all eyes on me All eyes on me, all eyes on me Paparazzi, TMZ, all eyes on me [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm popping bottles in a party with Rihanna and Madonna Head to toe in Dolce & Gabbana smokin' blunts of marijuana Kimi, Khloe, Kourtney ballin' with me, I keep models near me Listening to me crystal clearly, like the clarity of earrings I'm the Don Dada, ain't none better, at the trendsetter who here trendsetter All suede, soft leather, you point her out I go get her Ain't no nigga, gold digger, goldfish, or gorilla Got more swag or more pizzazz than that young nigga on that 4-wheeler No shirt, tatted out, buddy looks, layin' him out Purple Label, Bally, Louis, Fendi, Prada, Gucci down Anywhere that I touch down, that night, it's my town Best dressed, dead fresh, you niggas better go and ask around Wipe me down [Hook] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Black Ferrari, yellow feet, red carpet here I fuckin' come White stones, bright white diamonds on my fucking thumb Porsche cost a couple 'them, see me in the other one So it's only right that I came back with another one 458, red on red, make a girl so scared that she pee in the bed Hearing voices in my head, screaming 'Gucci Mane ball out' So I got 'em restocking the shelf cause I just bought the whole mall out Michael Jackson in the hood, I hit the stage the hoes fall out Like what the fuck is up, it's Gucci Mane the G Yeah the G-U-double C-I-M-A-N-E in this bitch Take a picture with me baby and it just might change your life Smoking Swisher after Swisher, bar tab fifty K a night (Gucci!) [Hook] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Catch me in Las Vegas poppin' bottles next to Baby'n'them Red diamond rings so bright jewelers be askin' 'what ya paid for them?' Catch me in Miami on a yacht with my label'n'them Waka Flocka, Brick Squad, Gucci, bitches cray for them Courtside at the Hawks game, you would think I'm coaching them Sit so fucking close to them but nah your boy ain't coaching them Clubbin' at a fashion show, think I'm fuckin' both of them The way lil' mama catwaking, got me think I'm skrokin [stroking] them You gone see me hopefully, cross your fingers make a wish Truly ain't no hope for me, I can't stop thinkin' I'm the shit I'm the shit, I'm the shit, if I want I'll buy that bitch If she don't wanna fuck with me then it's her loss I'm fucking rich! [Hook]