Go Ham on Em

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Yeah, Gucci Don P., what's hannenin'? What's trap-nnenin'? Gucci [Chorus: Don P & Gucci Mane] Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Just to jump the line, I spent fifty-five hundred Told a young, fuck nigga "That ain't no money" Then I passed the waitress lady one hundred hundreds Ten thousand ones, then I made it rain money (How you do that? Let's go) Cause my trap doin' numbers Came to the club in 'bout five stretch Hummers I'm still spendin' by '93 small-face hundreds Tricked like half a hundred, Magic City last Monday Thirty thousand, Blazin' Saddles next Sunday Cocaina shawty, plug ain't even from the country Just to park the whips, it was twenty-seven fifty Three grand, two-fifty, tipped five-fifty Bart Simpson chain a play, that is one-sixty Mighty Mouse charm a play, that is one-fifty Yellow Corvette, shit, that was just sixty Tipped her three fifties cause she had some big tiddies [Chorus: Don P & Gucci Mane] Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Forty Gs in my black designer jeans Got them thousand-dollar Guccis on my feet Gucci frames makin' it hard for me to see I'm in the club thinkin' like I'm in the street I got a loaded German rifle on my seat I spent a half a million dollars in a week Every day, I'm takin' models out to eat Pullin' up, S550 Neck and wrist, teeth and fingers on glisten I come in with that "too much flexin'" Order fifty shots of Henn' fuck Cris', man Proposed a toast to flex my blue and yellow diamonds Yeah, I look like money, but I smell like bricks 'Bout a thousand pounds of purp, walkin' down to Old Nick's Give my nigga Pootang sixty, he don't make the six Whether he hit or miss, I'll never miss the shit [Chorus: Don P & Gucci Mane] Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money, yeah) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em (Told a young fuck nigga, that ain't no money) Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em Go ham on 'em, Gucci, go ham on 'em [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Last song of the night, and I'm still spendin' money No more ones, I'ma make it rain hundreds Shawty lookin' at my like she think I did something I looked back at her like "Baby, that's nothing" If all y'all come, I'll give y'all all four hundred I'm in the club ballin', while my trap still bunkin' Bubba kush party, smoked at least six onions A thousand hot wings, that was only nine hundred 650 Beamer, baby girl, ride nicely Head at the end of the night, that's priceless 650 Beamer, baby girl, ride nicely Head at the end of the night, that's priceless