Picture Perfect lyrics

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
If you ain’t get no money, n*gga, what’s yo purpose?
Don’t need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus
I keep on doin’ what I’m doin’, what I’m doin’ workin’
They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect
They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect
I left the lot and dropped the top cuz tops they make me nervous
I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses
And all that sneaky b*tch sh*t, it came to the surface

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Just to wake up it’s a blessed day
But I’m boomin’ cage like everyday
Gonna muscle down I put my hustle down
I gone makin’ money like several ways
Got a traphouse in the neighborhood
Get my grass cut by seven J’s
Flashback, yellow Lamborghini
I pulled up to the figure eight
Got a book man, I’m the coupe man
Get the S-scrolls, I’m extra paid
I pulled up in that Rolls Royce
All the pus*y n*ggas had nothin’ to say
c*ckroaches in the industry
I think it’s time for me to fumigate
Asenzi(?) committed when I get through those pretty J’s
Might buy a pain, I might crack a seal
Then pour for my ace of spades
Might buy a pound and then break it down
Then smoke a pound in the VIP
I get money, you ain’t gettin’ money, is that the reason you mad at me?
Got fifty bags of that Cali gas
And it's all free if you find a seed
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
If you ain’t get no money, n*gga, what’s yo purpose?
Don’t need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus
I keep on doin’ what I’m doin’, what I’m doin’ workin’
They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect
They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect
I left the lot and dropped the top cuz tops they make me nervous
I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses
And all that sneaky b*tch sh*t, it came to the surface

[Verse 2: Chill Will]
I hope she get so wet I get a backstroke
And f*ck a n*gga, what the f*ck you think these scraps fo'?
Yeah, I be ballin’, and I ain’t talkin’ ball back
Big money, start talkin’ lil money fall back
Show me where them brawls at, show me where the mall at
Chill with the sh*t, b*tch, show me where the staul at
Look at all this work, I don’t think that I can move it all
Look at all this dope, I don’t think that I can sell it all
Yeah, I’m tellin’ ya, big cookin’ work in the kitchen, I’m smellin’ ya
Shout out to the east cuz I be there on the regular
Yeah, we call em squares but their shapes are rectangular

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
If you ain’t get no money, n*gga, what’s yo purpose?
Don’t need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus
I keep on doin’ what I’m doin’, what I’m doin’ workin’
They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect
They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect
I left the lot and dropped the top cuz tops they make me nervous
I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses
And all that sneaky b*tch sh*t, it came to the surface