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[Verse 1]
Look I’m up now I got the feels
Can you tell I don’t know how to deal?
Don’t wanna fuck it up now but it’s true
Yeah, I don’t care like I use to
These niggas just made me vicious now I’m tongue kissing bitches
Making shit life decisions
Just tryna get in position to cross shit off my wishlist
I know you want it too but be careful what you do
‘Cause I do not play by the rules to tell the truth

[Hook]
I know it ain’t all about the wealth
But I rather wipe my tears with hundred dollar bills yeah
I could read your energy well
So if you hope I fail
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell

[Verse 2]
Look I’m up now I gotta go
I could tell you don’t know how to love
You probably fuck it up now and it’s cool
Yeah, cause I be gone before you do
These niggas just wanna touch me so they speaking rubbish
How I know I can fuck with you with no judgement
I might could fall in love with you based on my mood
Tonight I’m on the wave I just took straight shots of the goose
Oooh something just ain’t right
Look me in my eyes and swear the lies don’t hide
Ooh [?] don’t cry
I don’t let it slide because the vibe don’t lie

[Hook]
I know it ain’t all about the wealth
But I rather wipe my tears with hundred dollar bills yeah
I could read your energy well
So if you hope I fail
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
So if you think it’s hell
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
It ain’t all about the wealth
But I rather wipe my tears with hundred dollar bills yeah
I could read your energy well
So if you hope I fail
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
If you think it’s hell
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell
I could tell, I could tell, I could tell

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy nigga in his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Lil Pump, Guwop*

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
(Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in the picture, Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, with a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail (jail)
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: French Montana]
(Haaan, Montana!)
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane (ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy) (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ “Ha” way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Intro]
Chea, oh
Chea, uh
Chea, talk to ’em
Chea, G.C., rest in peace
Mojo, rest in peace
Champ gon’ rest in peace
Little Reg gon’ rest in peace
[?] Slick Senior, rest in peace
Keith gon’ rest in peace

[Chorus]
I need all y’all to rest in peace
All my niggas rest in peace, I need all y’all
I need all y’all to rest in peace
All my niggas gon’ rest in peace
[?]

[Verse]
I know my dead homies watching upon us
But uh, I ain’t gotta know a nigga to mourn
To see a real nigga crying is torture
Get the candles and the drinks, we gon’ have our own wake on the corner
You could just vision (what?) all of the memories
Hennessy guzzlin’ and you buggin’ (why?,) because you was just with him
God called for his son, it was time
You got a beef with the Lord, wish you just saw ‘im just one last time
Some think that nuttin’ about it is good
He got what every nigga dreams of, he’s out of the hood
So why we all sit in the hood cryin’ liquor
He’s in heaven laughing like, “Look at my niggas
They all sobbing, them tears ain’t stopping
God, throw ’em a sign that let ’em know I’m watching
Time passes and things get poppin’
Like he woulda wanted, if he was here that woulda been his option
It’s back to old times as if he just popped in
If you had to take somebody, Jesus, not him
All my real niggas put a lighter in the air
There’s a fighter in the air, that cloud right there
And I know my time is comin’ like
Everybody elses, (but) but by then
I hope that everybody felt this, always that one
Hateful nigga make it seem like everybody’s jealous
Somebody here don’t like me breathin’
I know somebody here’s tryna spite me steamin’
‘Spite how I ride these sprees and dap me
Goin’ to projects at the end of the night, I’m leavin’
One of my old mans who’s now burnt out
Might off me, never know how things turn out
‘Cause even your close friends’ll steal ya
Come to think of it, I could be real cool with my po—tential killer
That’s called taking the bitter with the sweet
The skip with the verse, the gift with the curse
Somebody wants to see the kid in a hearse
But I’d die for this rap shit, clips will disperse
Kill for this rap shit, it gets reversed
Murder you lethal, (so) so don’t watch
If the convertible bleeds you
Take your pick with the clips, how you want it: reversible or see-through?
I be another locked dog in the fort
And another wake on the corner will be all my fault
Another body inside the Caddy
That’ll make my moms right, ’cause I’ll be in jail just like daddy
Daddy come home, somethin’ ain’t right
I think the Lord ’bout to call ‘pon Uncle Mike
Mike got high and he wasn’t too strong
Doc said he got cancer and it wouldn’t be long
Said in another six-months he’ll be gone
Pops still play that one gospel song e’ry morn’
Stopped gettin’ high, so it’s no more pipe
And they found medicine that would extend his life
Years pass and Mike’s still here, he’s not hurt
Gospel song e’ry morn’, it’s funny how God works
Wait! He’s got the disease, he’s different again
He’s starting to get sick and shit’s missing again
Now that monthly cheque he’s spending again
Goddamn Uncle Mike is sniffing again
Dad, Mike’s sprung and God put the cancer in his lungs
Like, “Fuck that cure, you had a choice”
Disease is so cunning when you trippin’ high
You can’t throw away the gift of life, nigga, you take it or leave it
Nigga play it to keep it, nigga, sacred, treat it
‘Cause if the Lord come take it you heed it
No funeral homes, not for you
And I don’t really wanna visit in the hospital
Don’t wanna see you like that, ’cause I’ma be too scared
I’d rather meet my own demise and meet you there
God, I can’t make pretend
At least take me first, so I ain’t gotta see you take my friends
Some things I can’t even figure, like why you have to take him for?
Come on, God, answer me, nigga
Another tattoo, another name sprayed
On the back window of the car for a month
Another family shattered, in tears
Another night on my knees with a new name added to my prayers
Of all the things we still feelin’, ’cause on a nice day
When the sky’s clear I almost see y’all staring
Extend your arm, take this pound
To all my lost soldiers in the booth with me while I lay this down
C’mon

[Chorus: Phil Collins (Sampled)]
And I can feel it
Coming in the air tonight
Oh Lord
Well I’ve been waiting for this moment
For all my—

[Verse 1: Jamie Principle]
Where the beautiful people at?
I said where the beautiful people at?
[…] people clap your hands
People clap your hands
Everybody clap your hands

[Chorus: 2D and (Jamie Principle + Choir)]
Hollywood is alright
Hollywood is […]
[…]
Makes you feel alive
(She’s a wonderful thing)
[…]

[Verse 2: Jamie Principle]
[…]
All the way to the hill
But you never know it was real
[…]
You got to be ready
You got to be ready
[…]
It’s just a wonderful thing
Hollywood
[…]
She’s got me […] for that […]
[…]
Exactly the way I like it

[Chorus: 2D and (Jamie Principle + Choir)]
Hollywood is alright
Hollywood is […]
[…]
Makes you feel alive
(She’s a wonderful thing)
[…]

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
[…] with that big fat chain on my neck
[…]
I got a deal to make
And couple of bad bitches I’ve been making a break
[…]
[…], gorilla
[…]

[Chorus: 2D and (Jamie Principle + Choir)]
Hollywood is alright
(Hollywood)
Hollywood is […]
[…]
Makes you feel alive
(She’s a wonderful thing)
[…]

[Outro: Jamie Principle + Choir]
(She’s a wonderful thing)
Hollywood
(She’s a wonderful thing)

You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
‘Cause they fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You’d think me rude but I would just stand and stare
I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems
‘Cause I’d get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread)
I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep)
Leave my door open just a crack
Please take me away from here
‘Cause I feel like such an insomniac
Please take me away from here
Why do I tire of counting sheep
Please take me away from here
When I’m far too tired to fall asleep
To ten million fireflies
I’m weird cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell (said farewell)
But I’ll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
‘Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar (jar, jar)
I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep)
I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
‘Cause everything is never as it seems (when I fall asleep)