[Intro](Zaytoven!!)Geah! Gucci Mane, is in the buildinSo Icy Entertainment, Zaytoven on the trackWhen we come to the clubWe got the choppers on deck, and the yoppers on deck
[Chorus][MB] Is you rollin? [4X][GM] Bitch I might be [4X][MB] Girl he geeked up [4X][GM] Bitch I might be [4X][GM] Yaaaaahhh!
[Verse 1]Game choppin like my rims, I'm choppin it up'Til my 'caine gold like a pimp, I'm fresh as a budPlus I'm blowin on the sticky green, so I'm dro'ed upAnd I'm rollin on the bean, so the city SLOWED UP~!My team showed up, so you know we need a party packCallin Momma Stash, say she wanna be a part of thatTell her I'm for real, and I keep a knot folded backThe next thang you know she tossin pills like a quarterbackGuc', I'ma throw it back, stacks I just showed you thatDeuces on the 88, they say I brought the roller backFifty for a dollar, hell yeah I can roll with thatTake it to the hood and let, Yatta get ahold of thatGot to be the coldest cat, ice froze the thermostatsShawty had a Cali tat and Gucci called the Alley CatShot a couple triple stacks and po'd up the iced teaSlide on my stunna shades; geeked up? I might be
[Verse 2]Said I'm higher than a kite and me geeked up on these pillsSuave Stacks got me actin out, I know that she can tellthat I'm rollin (yeah) like the wheels on a busI need a cold Tropicana cause my heart about to bustLook I'm sweatin like a dog and she askin for some mo'Gave her couple of blue dolphins and I tell her to go rawBright lights lookin psychadelic, I'm off in the zoneFeelin strong like Superman, bitch I bust your domeSaid I'm smokin all the purple and drinkin all the 'gnac upAnd I ain't feelin none of that until the next mornin bruhMy stomach fucked up, a couple holes in my brainBut I party like a rockstar, these bitches askin mane!
[Gucci Mane]Gucci Mane, Laflare nigga, get'cha mind rightOrder Crist' by the 12 like a case of Bud LightSell kush by the bell so you know my shit tight7:30 in the mornin on an all night flightI'm high like Fabo, hood like ShawtySo (Tell Me Where to Go) like my name E-40A rich rock star nigga I'm gon' partyGot a party pack of pills that's at least 'bout 40I'll pour 'em in yo' hand like a bag of jelly beansTake two of these pills call me in the morningFifty thousand pills man I'm so realThree dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal
[Mac Bre-Z]Ay whassup Gucci Mane!Why you sweatin so hard?Is you rollin or somethin?
[Gucci Mane]Shit well baby I might beBut got damn what is you doin?You jockin a playa, you chew-chewy over here rightLook I aint K-Rab baby knahmean I'm not a piece of bubblegumWhat I'm doin is not your businessBut matter of fact while you over here is you a waitress or somethin?Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitressSo do what you do aight I'ma give you this hundred dollarsGo get you whatever you drankinBring me and my clique about ten of them orange juicesfive Crunk juices and we'll be straight how 'bout thatAnd is you straight is you single or is you married?Cause I might be, bitch I might beBitch I might be, bitch I might beYAAAAAAAHH