(intro:) fresh, hard, ball smart like its sportscenter you see it fresh and gucci, up, cash up
(verse 1:) ball player paper you would think I was a pick, 6 brick boy watch me score a hundred, call dick my tail gucci a diaper dandy, DT player I a blue aston, season bricks go up through the attic, if you smoke rock then your an addict, addicted to kush and bad bitches, dem big rims is the way im livin', I took whole mill and I it on a crib, Im in the passin kids hundred dollar bills, kentez you better tell pussy niggas what it is, before i cash show these niggas what it is,(cash)
(chorus:) baby i ball hard i start so call i was averagin' 80 an hour winter, wilt chamberlain danglin' crystal, benchwarmer sit out 'til season nigga,(repeat)
(verse 2:)
magic city 20 grand monday, same thing next week call shit a replay, 72' chevy caprice is a dunk, mossberg off call that shit a double boom, ak-47 make a 360, airbubble cost me 150, tall yao ming tall then nowitzki, cham. bitch baller of the century, 23 davins sitin on a bentley, if you dont like it then dont wit me, sportscenter bitch highlight of the century, came to the club wit a chain a milli, take it to the jump gucci shoot a 3,(I will) waitin on you be waitin for a week, take it to the paint jump gucci shoot a 3,(swishy) Im so iced out my wrist on freeze,
(chorus:x2)
I know yall think that Im rappin', Im sealin and saran wrappin', 36 Oz and the inner a baggy, 54 Oz thats a and a halfy, so money put my stacks in a baggy, so many ... that i never a baggy, 08' bently taller than nowitzki, mitumba or oprah winfrey, like vending machine I keep coke, so much powder I can a snowman, like a vendin i keep that coke, so much powder I can a snowman,(oh man)
(outtro:)
yeah its gucci mane la flare wilt chamberlain shit, sportscenter, you tuned in man na-mean, fuck the T.V man watch the street man, glenwood day Ima him, edgewood day Ima murder him, east atlanta day Ima murder him, swat day Ima murder him, na-mean, its gucci mane big boy flexin so icy entertainment, we bangin like that chain swangin' like that we rockin like that cut off stockin like that we poppin like that, bags of money na-mean never 100's na-mean, big boy shit bet a million na-mean, you smoke it i dont want it na-mean dollar i smoke it na-mean, gone holla a $100,000 rings...