So Much Money (WW3)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Dun Deal, ayy man
(Dun Deal on the tra-tra-tra-track)
Dun, Guwop
Yeah, take off
(Cut it up, cut it up)
I ain’t tryna fall out with money (No)
I ain’t tryna fall out with money (Hell nah)
I just wanna ball out with money (Just wanna ball, I just came to ball)
And I ain’t tryna fall out with money (Huh, I can never fall out)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I’ve got so much money on me (Who?)
I’ve got so much money on me (I got them racks, got them fuckin' racks)
I’ve got so much money on me (I got them stacks, got them fuckin' stacks)
I’ve got so much money on me (Dun Deal, Gucci Mane, burr, burr)
I ain’t tryna fall out with money (No, no)
I ain’t tryna fall out with money (Free Scooter)
I get so much money (Huh, huh)
I’m standin’ here with so much money (Guwop)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I got model money, show money, plus I’m gettin’ that dope money (Preach)
I might get your hoe money, yeah, if she a snow bunny (Pimpin')
Grow house ‘dro money, nick,dime slow money
Glock 9, kick doors, bitch, I need some more money (Lay down)
I ain’t that old, but my bank roll keep a fleet of young hoes (Woo)
Smokin’ on the best ‘dro, that good dope
Gucci cutthroat, used to stay next door to his kinfolk (You lyin')
Limousine tint, bitch, pourin’ up your rent money (Drunk)
Pour it up ’til it turn purp’, 50 Cent money (Who?)
All my goons, yeah they on alert, get ya murked money (Squad)
I’m in Dallas livin’ fuckin’ lavish, I got Dirk money (Swish)
Caesar’s Palace, yeah I let ‘em have it, I got work bunkin' (Gamblin')
Homie ain’t got a cent to his name, he ain’t got money (Damn)
He a lame, ain’t no one to blame, got cocaine money (Huh)
Gucci, I got white money, brown money, green money (Green)
Nigga, you a lean junkie, blind, never seen money (Damn)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Chief Keef]
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me (Huh)
I ain’t tryna fall out with money (Not at all)
I ain’t tryna fall out with money (Not at all, I just came to ball)
I get so much money (So many racks, get so many racks)
I’m standin’ here with so much money (GBE baby)

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
That bitch ask what time it is (Huh), it’s 10:17 (Glo Gang)
I keep big Ben Frank bankrolls in my Robin’s jeans (Beep)
You got 30 fucking problems if you think ’bout robbing me (Bang, bang)
I got get-a-nigga-whacked money, and they’ll go overseas (Take off)
Cops pulled me over, they like, "Jeez" (Skrrt)
‘Cause I got so much money on me (Damn)
And I got a QP with me that's why I got so much bond money on me (Bond out)
And I got this Nina with me
With this 30 clip, hope it don’t jam on me (I got 40)
But you’d better pray for your life, bruh
When you run up on me (Bang-bang)
Bimmer cost a hundred some G's (Skrrt)
But I still got Ferrari money on me (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And I feel like T-U-P-A-C-K, all eyes on me (Ayy, 2Pac)
CEO of GBE, G-L-O-G-A-N-G (Glo Gang)
I'm a Leo, my birthday everyday
I’ve got so much cake on me
And I smoke so much stunna (That dope, yeah)
And I count so much money (That dough, beep, beep)
I never pick a ho over my money (Hell no)
I’m gettin’ money, while I'm throwing my money (You know)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me (Huh)
I ain’t tryna fall out with money (Not at all)
I ain’t tryna fall out with money (Not at all, I just came to ball)
I get so much money (So many racks, get so many racks)
I’m standin’ here with so much money

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
So much molly (Huh), I done took so much molly (Gettin' geeked)
I can’t even feel my body (Not at all)
So much molly, I can’t feel my body (Wasted)
This party ’bout to turn into an orgy
6 hookers in here, it’s just one me (6 whores)
I’m leanin’, drank so much Codeine (Lean)
Promethazine, think I’m ’bout to OD (Pimp C)
I think I need to smoke some weed ’cause I’m really geekin’ (Huh)
It’s Tuesday, I’m freakin’, but we listenin’ to The Weeknd
I’m tryna mix this Vietnamese with this Puerto Rican (What?)
This 5 Cali bitches, let me sneak this Georgia peach in (What?)
“Good grief, I can’t breathe, can we take a break?” (Sorry)
She’ll suck your dick through your briefs, eat beef like a steak (She nasty)
She put my dick on a plate, then she said her grace (Damn)
She said that money make her cum, she love the fact I’m paid (Gucci, Guwop)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me
I’ve got so much money on me (Huh)
I ain’t tryna fall out with money (Not at all)
I ain’t tryna fall out with money (Not at all, I just came to ball)
I get so much money (So many racks, get so many racks)
I’m standin’ here with so much money