[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Huh
I’d like to thank God
Yvng God on the wave!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the dope
I hope I get this case
I hope I touch down with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
I touch down with the ‘yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the dough
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Thank you my Lord
Fendi band-aid for my sores
Flex all my ice on my whores
They love that bling when it [?]
My triple-two shooter, he stay with that ruby, he stay [?]
Want beef with Lil Boat, lil bitch? Yeah I doubt it
I hit that bitch back now she feeling clouded
Bitch, shut the fuck up
New diamond chain, don’t falter
New Cartiers got me looking like a robber
Chilling in the studio, what got me [?]
[?]
Old niggas hate but they [?]
And I bet that just made you mad
It’s Lil Boat!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the dope
I hope I get this case
I hope I touch down with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
I touch down with the ‘yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the dough
[Verse 2: P. Reign]
Yeah, fishtail off the lot
Ten pairs of gators, the kicks made of crocs
Snakeskin band on the watch
Just bought a new make and my bitch is a fox
Kilos, kilos, so much [?] with the elephant dust
Everyone heavy, we got elephant love
[?] ran off on the plug
Bentleys, all about the benji’s, just blew ten G’s on jellies
All kicks, bricks flawless, when they ask how I do it I say “All wrist”
When they ask about my clique I say “You’re bitch”
Bought a brick in New York, sold it in all Knicks
My new bitch ask who I’ll hit, who you with?
I tell her “Whoa there,” it’s a long list
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the dope
I hope I get this case
I hope I touch down with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
I touch down with the ‘yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the dough
[Verse 3: Fa$t Life]
Dash, fast, pull up in that gasback
Smokin’ kush out that trashbag
Savage dawg, oh my God, what? You made me mad
Don’t you ever ‘gone make me mad
I’ve been getting cash, I’ve been getting that extra tax
Put a [?]
No cap and gown, got yo bitch on a cap-me-down
[?] she just wipe me down
You wanna flex on me, niggas, I’ll flex on you niggas
Got racks for these bitches, we pay for these hoes
I’ve been getting money [?]
Everybody know we ‘gone blow, all these bitches playing for [?]
Sat on the snow on the [?] thirties and forties, don’t ever act up
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the dope
I hope I get this case
I hope I touch down with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
I touch down with the ‘yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the dough
[Verse 4: Rich the Kid]
Young nigga, I’m playing [?]
Chopping the block with a [?]
Look at my wrist it’s on Polo
Yeah we winning, I’mma keep on winning
Niggas hate, I’m ‘gone [?]
Pulled up, my ceiling was missing
Young rich nigga on the top now
Is she bad? Is she foreign? Give me top now
Ayy, I just [?] six bitches
Fuck a bitch make her go [?]
You ciffing that ho, you tripping
Walk out the bank with a bankroll
Wrist too cold
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I hope I get the dope
I hope I get this case
I hope I touch down with the blow
I pray, I pray, I pray, I pray
I touch down with the ‘yo
God, oh God, oh God, oh God
I thank you for the dough
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