Confused - Gucci Mane, Future

I get high 'til I’m confused

I don’t know what else to do

Bentley Coupe or Porsche Coupe

Henny got me so confused

White girl black girl I’m confused

Molly kush I’m leanin on screw

I’m so geeked up I’m confused

Cash or check I’m too confused

Money got me too confused

These girls they got me too confused

Oxy got me too confused

I’m too confused I’m too confused

Future gucci too confused

Freeband gang we too consufed

Bricksquad put you on the news

Free billz got them too confused

Robin jeans or switch to Trues

I don’t know, I’m so confused

How many girls?

Three or two?

Beat that pussy black and blue

Damn, I like the way she look

But I don’t like her attitude

Took her out and dicked her down

But she didn’t show no gratitude

Cars, I got a lot of them

Forgiato tennis shoes

Trapper to the heart

But I still’ll make a business move

I cannot go back to jail

Cause I got so much to lose

Don’t leave home without my scale

Cause I got some work to move

Smash, smash,

No cuffin', pass her to the crew

Did what I did I’m finished with her

Then I turn her onto you

Discombobulated mane

I swear I don’t know what to do

Gucci Mane I’m so confused

That I forgot to bring my roof

Drankin' lean and smoking kush

I’m in the kitchen like a cook

Lean and molly, ecstasy

I don’t know what I done took

My black lawyer Abrahaim a Jew

Cash or Visa what I Do

Foreign, foreign, bad, bad

Bitches all the kid pursue

My iPad and my Metro

And I’m workin out the iPhone too

Future on the super booze

The Remy did what I should do

Turn up with' puff or fuck with' goose

The Panamera or my Coupe

I don’t wanna drive no more

Get chauffeured 'round this fuckin' zoo

Paper got me a like monster

Turned me to a fucking bear

Poppin' bottles on the sofa

Feel like I’m inside the air

No security, gucci down

Future plug like everywhere

Free band gang bricksquad

Free bandz outta here

Solar system on a move

I Feel like a thousand goons

Me and Future smokin kush

We high as a hot air balloon

Future Jimi Hendrix

You might catch the kid eatin' them shrooms

I’m outer space I’m in there too

I’m in mars and pluto too

Bricksquad is a army nigga

Pistols for my whole platoon

If you ain’t gettin' no money then

You might aswell leave the room

Freebands Freebands Freebands

We 'bout to give em hell

Free pillz free pillz free pillz

We got 'em vacuum sealed

I be drippin so much sauce

Got bitches ready to lick it off

I get so much money man

I swear I’m geeked up off the sauce

Gucci Mane yeah I’m a boss

I swear I have to make my point across

Bricks I got to get across

In my trap house getting off