Thank You - Gucci Mane, DJ Holiday

Drum Squad and Gucci

Gucci Mane and Drumma

Bankrolls got dumber

Cause we ain’t getting no younger

Comma after comma

Comma after comma

Comma after comma

It’s Gucci Mane and Drumma

Fell in love with bricks

Damn, I love my plug

My girlfriend broke up with me

Cause she said she tired of them drugs

Hang around with thugs

Make a move with g’s

I’mma stack my cheese

And I’mma sell my p’s

Yeah, I’m from the A

A lot of B’s and C’s

That’s Bloods and Crips

Can’t forget GD’s

Pause the track for a second

I just wanna say thank you

All this money I made

I don’t wanna be ungrateful

My earrings ten kilos

I’m going crazy like Cee-Lo

Stack a whole bunch of zeros

But don’t go tell my P. O

My dope got a vertical

It jump from the free-throw

My kush got a real loud smell

You could smell the shit from Rio

Count a hundred in serial

Peanut butter interior

My jewelry game on Frigidaire

My watch cold as Siberia

Gucci Mane, is you serious?

Hell yeah, I’m serious

Red watch with the red chain

My diamonds on they period

I’m thugged out and I’m plugged in

You sucka niggas is suspect

Don’t know who let all these scrubs in

My top down but I’m upset

All hundreds, got no change

He wanna change the subject

Millionaire with a mansion

But I came up in the projects

All the money I made

I don’t wanna be ungrateful

Shout out to my plug

I wanna tell him thank you

Thank you for them drugs

Thank you for them bails

Thank you for them bricks

Got to use my scale

Got to check my pack

Got to run up my sacks

Got ballplayer money, nigga, check my stats

That’s a well-known fact

I’mma cook it up like this

Work my wrist like that

Got a old-school in this black

Rapper and trapper, wear two hats

I got dirty money like Diddy

Need to wash them stacks with Ajax

Call me Gucci Mane, it’s my city

Close the curtains in my Maybach

Diamonds dancing with the stars

Got 'em glancing at the ice

Pockets fat as Kelly Price

And I love selling white

Gucci!