(Zaytoven)
Huh? Huh? (Zaytoven)
Ziggy, Ziggy
In that pocket, in that motherfucking pocket (Huh?)
Burr (Burr)
East Atlanta Santa, nigga (Yeah)
(It’s gettin’ cold out here, I’m freezing)
Convertibles in the wintertime (Haha)
Ha (Catch up, go)
[Verse 1]
I’m Guwop the creator, I gives a fuck ’bout a hater
I want more paper than Oprah, I sell more Oprah than Kroger (Wow)
They say, “Guwop, man, you local and plus your daddy a smoker”
Man, I’m a hood stockbroker, it ain’t nobody doper
Man, I’m too fresh for the city, I should move out the country
They say nobody showed me love, but fuck it, show me the money
The best dressed in thе game, I should walk down the runway
I’m in my Maybach jammin’ Ross and I’m so ready for gunplay (Grrah)
You wanna bе the next Gucci, you might get there one day
You wanna met Gucci, I be in Magic every Monday
Fresh bag full of cash, I walk out with the swag
You know my engine in the back and my top’s in the trash (Wop)
[Chorus]
If you ain’t talking ’bout cash, say no more, say no more
If that bitch ain’t giving no ass up, say no more, say no more
If two hundred ain’t on your dashboard, say no more, say no more
If it ain’t no stamps in your passport, say no more, say no more
Say no more, say no more, say no motherfucking more
Say no more, say no more, say no motherfucking more
If you niggas ain’t gettin’ no money, say no more, say no more
If you bitches ain’t talkin’ ’bout bread, say no more, say no more
Wop
[Verse 2]
You better listen to pimpin’, I put that bitch in position
I fucked her in so many different motherfuckin’ positions
That the bitch walked out that hotel limpin’
I’m tryna beat the bitch like a nigga just got out of prison (Damn)
Versace linen on my bed, man, they match my denim
Helmut Lang and Buscemi, man, they match my pimpin’ (Helmut Lang)
Cartier with clear lenses, please don’t cloud my vision
And nobody fuck with Gucci Mane kitchen (Skrrt)
Gucci Mane and ‘Tiggy, man, it’s classic to me (Ziggy)
You say your baby daddy broke, damn, that’s tragic to me (Well, damn)
You just called me three times, that’s harassment to me (Hello?)
Nigga, go and get some money, get the fuck ‘way from me
Wop
[Chorus]
If you ain’t talking ’bout cash, say no more, say no more (Huh?)
If that bitch ain’t giving no ass up, say no more, say no more (Damn)
If two hundred ain’t on your dashboard, say no more, say no more (Skrrt, skrrt)
If it ain’t no stamps in your passport, say no more, say no more
Say no more, say no more, say no motherfucking more
Say no more, say no more, say no motherfucking more
If you niggas ain’t gettin’ no money, say no more, say no more
If you bitches ain’t talkin’ ’bout bread, say no more, say no more
Wop
