Hi-Five

I put eight mill in my crib to inspire ya
When you worth like twenty mill the kids admire ya
When your rap sheet look like mine they won't hire ya
But when you sign yourself like I did they can't fire ya
You want your club so loud then put me on the flier (Its gucci)
I'm on fire like Richard Pryor my price gettin' higher
How you gon' take my title drivin' a car without a title
I'm whippin' through rush hour Charlotte traffic in a spyder
Slide up on ya bitch like a racecar driver
Dive off in that pussy like a deep sea diver
Niggas from my hood know me from cheap cheap powder
But niggas on your block say you'se a real weak coward

High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin' they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hanging they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Come go to Gucci World 'cause I got nine rides

Fuck yo jam of the week I gput grams on the street
So much money gave Metro a hundred grand for the beat
So much ice around my bezel you can't see, the Patek
I'm Felipe, in Felipe's
With a freak, she petite
From the beach, to the street
From the street to the suite
Put my bone in her mouth told her bon appétit
I done sold so many keys they should deport me to Belize
'Cause I'm shining on these niggas like a desert with no trees
From the hat on my head to the shoes on my feet
Every garment on my body it come from overseas
In them 'partments I was raised I sold like 50,000 P's
You want Gucci on your song, that's at least a hundred G's

High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin' they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hanging they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Come go to Gucci World 'cause I got nine rides