Gucci Mane – Lazy Cat lyrics

[Verse]
Ball like a ball player, think like a coach though (Coach)
You are not a baller, you a flodger with a car note (Ahh)
Gucci got more drop tops- Mixtrap.com
Think I need to carpool, 'cause my cars are too hot DJ Mother fuckin' Rell
If I had a girl, I would buy my girl an anklet (Anklets)
But, since I don't, think I'll buy myself a bracelet (Bling)
Just bought a Jacob, bought myself a Breitling (Bling, blaow)
Gave the J's to Juice, now Juice flexin' diamonds (Juice!)
When I was a quarter- Mixtrap.com, just a lineman (True)
Told you what I wanted and you brought me every diamond (Pussy)
Used to be my road man, call you lips and fingers (Lips)
Half an ounce of kush, work ya lips and fingers (Lips!)
No one's in my bank, but Gucci Mane a banker (Yeah)
Smokin' like a chimney 'cause I'm really not a dranker (No)
Tell me whats the deal-y, silly, don't I look real pretty, baby (Yes)
Homie got his chain on, but his diamonds sayin' nothin' (Nope)
What you doin' homie, I ain't really doin' nothin' (Nothing)
Just bought a Vega at the racetrack, bettin' that crazy money (Gucci)
Never had a job, so I call myself the lazy cat (Lazy)
Gucci Mane, your crazy ass (Crazy)
Bought myself a crazy Jag (Crazy)
Paper bag, paper tag, just to make a hater mad (Hater)
If you wanna gamble me, you gotta bring a hundred cash
Louis bag, full of cash, Gucci bag, full of kush
Prada bag, poppin' tags, bought my bitch a juicy bag
Damn she got a juicy ass (Juicy)
And she call me daddy 'cause I treat her like my daughter man, yeah I spoil her, man
Seventy four O's moe, cost me a hundred, crack (Hundred)
Hummer truck, mounted up, put together ninety bands (Ninety)
Vette cost me sixty bands (Sixty)
Rims cost my ten grand (Ten)
Dually truck, paper tags, sittin' on 'em grown mans (Growns)
Right wrist, eighty bands, left wrist, a hundred grand (Hundred)
Pinky ring, twenty bands (Twenty)
S, it cost two hundred grand (Two hundred)
Necklace, three hundred grand (Three hundred) New piece, a hundred grand (A hundred)
Next piece comin', man I'm finna spend seven hundred bands (Well damn)
I wouldn't give a damn if my album reached a hundred fans (Hundred)
Still got a hundred goons (Hundred)
Keep this shit a hundred man (Hundred)
Still skrrt-skrrt like I'm cookin' with a hundred hands (Skrrt skrrt)
If it don't jump over-over, then I cook it over man (Yeah)
Gucci!
[Outro]
What it do, dude
What's happenin'
I don't respect y'all niggas out here man
You got your workers man, catchin' the MARTA bus to the trap man
Get the nigga a Charger or something, an Avalanche or something man
Its Gucci Mane La Flare, exotic shawty man
Pull up on some shit from, another hemisphere, you feel me
Thirty on my pinky Hundred and fifty on my left
Eighty on my right
A half a million on my neck
That's bout an M cuz'
Call me Sa-