Blind lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Guwopo
You gotta be rich to hang with me
All these. keep blinding me
All these diamonds keep blinding me
No snitches, no suckers, nah (Mwah)
I ain't with it
Zaytoven
(Go)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
She said she don't got no type, she like the boss type (Boss)
A rich n*gga that be down to f*ck her all night (Lock)
Big Guwop in your house, cuff your ho type (Cuff hrt)
Old insecure n*gga, you a ho type (Go)
I told Zay I need the East Atlanta Bay sh*t (Bay sh*t)
I vote Gucci Mane and Zay as the greatest (Greatest)
n*ggas mad 'cause they broke and they ain't relevant (No)
I touched a quarter brick and never been broke ever since (Skrrt)
I got money, I got power, I'm not 50 Cent (Nah)
But I can teach you how to rob, I been doin' it (Yup)
b*tch, it's President's Day, I'm the president (Gucci)
She tryna suck my di*k and use that sh*t for evidence (Huh?)
If you come too close, you in rare air
Every time I hit the club, I rock a rare pair (Ooh)
Twin stones on my finger, and the cut pair (Burr)
And they big as real pears, I'm a real player (Wow)
I need a towel 'cause I'm drippin' colder, Klondike Bear (Well damn)
Need to call a timeout 'cause this sh*t ain't fair (Huh?)
b*tch got runway sh*t that she ain't even wear (Yeah)
On a tear right now, man, this sh*t unreal (Yeah)
No cap, no cut, it's a done deal
Playin' blackjack, I took 'em down a f*ckin' half a mil'
Delusions of Grandeur so call Dr. Phil (Call him)
Drop top, red vert, God, take the wheel (Wop)
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Hah, she know my pockets is swollen
She worried 'bout the wrong things, yeah
Ninety-nine pair of Balmains, yeah
And she be actin' like she know me
I can buy you bags, buy you Rollies
But I can tell you really need controllin'
Before you was my girl, you was my homie
Anytime you want, you can hold it

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I'm an artist, I'm not a sketcher, yeah, yeah
I'm a certified flexer, yeah, yeah
You buggin' if you think I trust ya
That .38 stay in my dresser
But they ain't know that I was messed up, yeah, yeah
They must've thought I wouldn't catch up, yeah
Now open up and let me stretch ya
Do that thing that you be doin' with your leg up
I'm a king and I don't feel no f*ckin' pressure
I be singin' while I rap, I feel like Usher
I'm that n*gga, Amiri, got every sweater
If you that n*gga, n*gga, say it with your chest, oh
She love my swag, oh yeah
I bought her a new bag, I paid a bag for it
I'm gon' give it to her if she ask for it
And she know I started in the back, oh yeah
Girl, I love it when you throw it back on me
I'm gon' f*ck you good and make you mad horny
Swear that I was cheatin', you were black on me
Yeah, this is my mood, I'm wearing black all week
I used to have that motherf*ckin' MAC on me
But now I got somebody else to blast for me
But f*ck it, if I gotta do it, mask on me
Yeah, this is my mood, yeah
I'm wearing black all week, hah
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Hah, she know my pockets is swollen
She worried 'bout the wrong things, yeah
Ninety-nine pair of Balmains, yeah
And she be actin' like she know me
I can buy you bags, buy you Rollies
But I can tell you really need controllin'
Before you was my girl, you was my homie
Anytime you want, you can hold it

[Outro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Anytime you want you can hold it
She be worried 'bout the wrong things
Ninety-nine pair of Balmains