I feel like I'm gucci man in 2006 I leave diamonds dancin' on my fuckin' neck

Cost like four bricks ain't no way that I be talkin' on that strap

Don't make no sense he a million dollar nigga but be posted in

The bricks it make no sense, yeah, it make no sense,

No it make no sense, god damn, make no sense,

No make no sense, nah, make no se -eh -eh -eh -eh -eh

On, boy make no sense, nah, it make no sense, nah

I can hit it, I can whip it, I can bang it, I can stash it, I can trap out like a motherfucker

And you know me, bitch, I just bought another 30, bro

I whip too hard, so I got ike and meech, got tina turnin'

It don't make sense, I'm not alright, bitch, I'll put you under

Ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make him twerk like down

Can't be in front to trap too much, the world know who I am

This shit ain't sweet, who close to me, I see him hatin' like damn

All I know, get the money, still gon' be the one to slam

Like nigga, uh, nigga, nigga, bitch, nigga, fuck

With my g, fuck the g, I feel like I'm gucci man in 2006

All these diamonds dancin' on my fuckin' neck, cost like four bricks

Ain't no way that I be talkin' on that strut, don't make no sense

He a million dollar nigga, but be postin' in the bricks, uh

It make no sense, yeah, yeah, it make no sense, nah

It make no sense, god damn, make no sense, nah

Make no sense, nah, uh, make no se -eh -eh -eh -eh on, boy

Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, nah

4k trey, b .o .p., I been it, bitch, you know it's me

Tell them niggas I say fuck em'

These hoes ain't shit, they want my cash, so I never love em'

I flash and beat a nigga's ass with this fendi, boy

On tv, I could tell my youngin' hit him with the cutter

Ooh, motherfucker, that's a boy, real nigga, blessed him with that boy

He say, yeah, yeah, he out there, ate you, pay, he shoot you in your face

Knocked side, bullets flyin', back to back, bitch, when we ridin'

I'm convicted, but it's an issue, I slide for a slide

Died today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died before I died, slam

I feel like on gucci mane in 2006

All these diamonds dancin' on my fuckin' neck, cost like four bricks

Ain't no way that I be talkin' on that strap, don't make no sense

He a million dollar nigga, but be postin' in the bricks, ayy

It make no sense, yeah, yeah, it make no sense, nah

It make no sense, god damn, make no sense, nah

Make no sense, nah, uh, make no se -eh -eh -eh on, boy

Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, nah