Artist: Gucci Mane f/ Birdman Album: The Return of Mr. Zone 6 Song: Mouth Full of Golds Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {*echoes: "Drumma Boy..."*} [Gucci Mane] It's Gucci! Two times - Gucci, Gucci! Please pardon me but I'm passin gas To my entourage no gas masks I'm in my old school, with the Georgia tag With my Georgia ass and my red flag I'm G'd up, from the feet up In my black van with my feet up And the blinds down and the beat up Short bad bitch with the seat up You know me, from the old me On Jones Skreet, was a straight G I was low key, ask HB Now I'm 3D, come face me I went toe to toe with the best of 'em I'll bust shots at the rest of 'em Don't test me, no tester I rape you like Chester I'm a rich-ass nigga, you a bitch-ass nigga You a cornball, bar of soap, snitch-ass nigga Wilt to the game, peeled some to the fame Run up on me in a ditch quick nigga I'ma tell you twice cause I'm Gucci two times Fuck your clique and fuck your wife If you got drama nigga you can meet me outside Get your head bust wide for your old man pride It's Gucci~! [Chorus: repeat 4X] I'ma rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold Rich-ass nigga with a mouth full of gold {*2X*} With a mouth full of gold {*2X*} [Birdman] Platinum in my mouth bitch, shoot you in yo' face shit Uptown, gangster bitch, 100 million dollar shit All this money ain't shit, livin how we live it bitch Redid my grill nigga, platinum to that gold shit High price, high life, do this shit, every night Shoot the dice pay the price, priceless when we roll them dice Get it how we get it bitch Flip that nigga been flippin them bricks Five hundred thangs Me and Gucci gonna split that shit 50 in banana clips twist someone we split your shit Brand new Ferraris, Bugattis when we shinin bitch Love Rich Gang nigga, we got them rangs nigga Flippin them thangs nigga, ready to bang nigga [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] Gucci! Two times I wear red shoes in my black car I'm talkin slick like a rap star I'm walkin slick like a trap star Rich young G with gold teeth A triple black cat just crossed my path but it's a fo' door Jaguar They put me in this game but put you lames back at the snack bar I'm black as hell but I'm rich as well Got three dime pieces at the hotel I'm goin hard, they blowin hard I'm strapped up, no bodyguards I pull your card, told you disregard I'm goin dumb but I'm thinkin smart But if you try my squad I'll hide your body parts Gotta send a shout out to the boulevard Gotta send a shout out to Bankhead Gotta give a salute to Cambleton Drop pull and pit, that yellow thang Been park it like I just been gambling With a hundred cake in my grill shorty That's the way that I feel shorty Ice cream on my face and chain cause that's the life that I live, shorty~! [Chorus] {*"Mouth full of gold" echoes to fade*}