Mouth Full of Golds lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Drumma Boy)
It's Gucci 2 Time
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Please pardon me, but I'm passin' gas
To my entourage, no gas masks (Gas)
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 b*tch with the seat up
You know me, from the old me
On Jump Street with the straight D
I was low-key at HB
Now I'm 3D, come face me
I went toe to toe with the best of 'em
I bust shots at the rest of 'em
Don't test me, no tester
I rape you, like Chester
I'm a rich-ass n*gga, you a b*tch-ass n*gga
You a cornball ball, so snitch-ass n*gga
Went up to the game, felt sick to the fame
Run up on me, in a ditch quick, n*gga
I'ma tell you twice 'cause I'm Gucci 2 Time
f*ck your clique and f*ck your wife
If you got drama, n*gga, you can meet me outside
Get your head bust wide for your old man pride, it's Gucci
[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Birdman]
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold (Prr)
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Platinum in my mouth (Yeah), b*tch
Shoot you in your face, sh*t
Uptown gangster, b*tch, hunnid million dollar sh*t
All this money ain't sh*t, livin' how we live it, b*tch
Re-did my grill, n*gga (Yeah), platinum to that gold sh*t (One hunnid)
High price, high life, do this sh*t every night (Every night, n*gga)
Shoot the dice, pay the price
Priceless when we roll the dice
Get it how we get it, b*tch
Flip that n*gga, been flippin' them bricks
Five hunnid things (Yeah), me and Gucci go and split that sh*t
Fifty in banana clips, twist someone, we split your sh*t
Brand new Ferraris (Yeah), Bugattis when we shinin', b*tch (One hunnid)
Blood, Rich Gang, n*gga, we got them rings, n*gga (We got them rings)
Flippin' them things, n*gga (Yeah), ready to bang, n*gga (Yeah)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold (It's Gucci)
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold (It's 2 Times)
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold (2 Times), with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold (Go)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I put red shoes on my black car
I'm talkin' slick like a rapstar (Huh)
I'm walkin' slick like a trapstar
Rich young G with gold teeth
A true black cat just crossed my path, but it's a four door Jaguar (Huh)
They put me in this game, but put you lames back at the snack bar (Burr)
I'm black as hell (Burr), but I'm rich as well (Burr)
Got three dime pieces at the hotel (Burr, burr)
I'm goin' hard, they blowin' hard
I'm strapped up, no bodyguards (Stupid, it's Gucci)
I'll pull your card, tote disregard
I'm goin' dumb, but I'm thinkin' smart (Ha)
But if you try my squad, I'll hide your body parts
Then send a shout out to Boulevard (Yeah)
Then send a shout out to Bankhead
Gotta give her something, looped her camel in (Burr)
'Cause I pull up in that yellow thing
Fat pockets like I just been gamblin' (Yeah)
Put 100K in my grills, shawty
That’s the way that I feel, shawty (Oh)
Ice cream on my face and chain (Oh)
'Cause that’s the life that I live, shawty (Gucci)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
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Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
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Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold
Rich-ass n*gga with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold