Cuttin Off Fingaz

Lyrics

[Intro] Geah, Gucci Gucci Mane, LaFlare, yeah (A lot of niggas thought we couldn't have pulled it off Gucci Mane But, guess what, we here, we sellin units We doin real big AND we eatin, the whole plate) The whole fuckin plate man; ain't no cuts on this shit man Ain't no middleman in this shit, we want all the fuckin money man We get all the money, independent where it's at man I'mma tell y'all independents like this If you want the blueprint to this shit, watch Gucci Mane [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Gucci overdooz it, does it, the boy's perfect Neck piece flooded, it's color scattered and covered I'm worth nine hundred, goddamn I spent a hundred But that's rap money, when trappin' that cash nothin' I'm internet surfin', tourin grillin' and turfin' Speedboat racin', jet skiing and golfin' Crazy color Jordans, same color the ballin' Bitch I bet up on it, I'm rich my dear regardless Shrimp scampi odor every time I flaunt chick Trap nigga conversate, with a Harvard smart bitch I'm young rich and heartless, put you on a carton Cartoon jewelry customized by my artist Six months locked, got a head start bitch I was nigga rich befo' I ever got a rap check Yellow Corvette same color Moet Paid twenty grand just to get every stone set [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Big black hollow tips that's what the sig spit Haters try me they'll get shot in the kidneys Dislodge bullets real fast, what a chop' do I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a Glock like a cop do We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers Trappin' at night man, it might get dangerous But I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fingers I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fingers [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I'm shittin on these rappers like I'm wearin a Pamper I'm sittin on five hundred cause I got it together Niggas never try niggas that set examples I'm coc-cai-ena shawty sunnyside or the scramble The port of Miami, to the streets of Atlanta We're cooking (crack) with a light stove, match, or a candle I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, they call me Gucci Montana I'm plugged in Georgia, Florida, Macon, Tampa and Bama My Mississipi niggas feel me harder than Banner Haters see my video they switchin the channel Gucci got pieces, shawty go get your camera And Gucci time is money bitch, so go get it faster Cause I could give a damn about your father's a pastor Because I smoke your father then yo' ass is a bastard Gucci smokin weed, so you know he's a hazard Money's on my mind, bitches don't really matter [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Big black hollow tips that's what the sig spit Haters try me they'll get shot in the kidneys Dislodge bullets real fast, what a chop' do I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a Glock like a cop do We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers Trappin' at night man, it might get dangerous But I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fingers I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fingers [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] My money so big it can't fit in my mattress Never fucked an actress till I signed with Atlantic Rapping in cursive and trapping in Spanish Forty in my pocket turn yo' head to some Manwich Boss of your boss man, I push the porches My million dollar chain got me feelin important Jumped off early and copped me a fort' Major moves with money like the King of New York Gucci go and get it while them hoes get abortions Shittin on a bitch, take a piss on they Jordans Rappers want promotion, Gucci Mane want the package The scale in the bag, bitch pay me on the back end Hamiltons and Washingtons, Franklins and Jacksons Trapper never trip, I just added the fractions New bitch waggin', brand new mansion And everything designer from my jeans to my glasses [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Big black hollow tips that's what the sig spit Haters try me they'll get shot in the kidneys Dislodge bullets real fast, what a chop' do I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a Glock like a cop do We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers Trappin' at night man, it might get dangerous But I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fingers I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin' off fingers