Rich Muthafucka

(Album: Trap God 2 - 2013)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It's Guwop

Turn up
Catch up
Go, ice cream Gucci Mane with the diamond grin
Ice cream Gucci Mane with the diamond grin

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Bitches say my diamonds be retarded (what?)
My lip I worth for million category
You in the VIP but unimportant
You say you want a bottle but can't afford it
Growing up I ain't have a lot of choices
My mama dropped me off on Morley
She's a vulture, it was better man, it was torture
If you married to a broke bitch my nigga divorce
You don't want these five hunnids
Then it ain't and I can tell ya
If your baby daddy broke then your child is a failure
Last bet the 99 now I got some shit to sell ya
That's for 2009, good I got something to mail
I'm smoking gangsta kush, I'm on the toilet
They pulled us over but your girlfriend took the charges
Your boyfriend broke, can't even buy a pair of Jordans
I'm ballin so hard I might buy a pair of Porsches

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I'm a rich muthafucka
And she a thick muthafucka
Zone 6 muthafucka
And we some rich muthafuckas

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Man I laughing to the bank again
Smoking dank no limit, it's the tank again
Ice cream, Gucci Mane with the diamond grin
And if you really love me baby let me fuck your friend
I'm so turnt up that she tuned in
My penthouse so big she wanna move in
And my rims so big man it can't fit
15 chains, all call me Slick Rick
Thick bitch, hill squarin like a red nose
And before you got squarin like a blue pick
I got my main hoe buyin more extendos
And shootin all my ole foes, where's my ol Ghost?
4-4, we'll fuck you and snap throats

[Hook]