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[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 Georga, 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
Cuttin Off Fingaz was written by Gucci Mane.
Cuttin Off Fingaz was produced by Marlon Rowe & Zaytoven.
Gucci Mane released Cuttin Off Fingaz on Mon Feb 26 2007.