What Is You Sayin'

[Hook: Gucci Mane] Me and you bitch get along What is you saying, homes? You and money don't get along What is you saying, homes? I'm on the road, always gone Where is you staying, homes? You niggas macho, ain't get cash What is you saying, homes? [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Wrestling with the working figure for the dopeman Hell yeah, Gucci Mane applaud, but used to be the dopeman I had to search them niggas down, 'fore the money change hands If you thinking of jacking Gucci, you fuckers better change plans My buddy say he found God and that he's a changed man I whipped the dope so hard it jumped to thirty-eight grams You shopping with the middle-man, went through like thirty-eight hands I got a thirty-eight special so I'm aiming at heads [Hook] x2 [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Nighttime in the hood, but my wrist glowing I got your auntie smoke that pipe, yeah she been blowing And you ain't gotta call, [?] where your bitch going Drop 'rari in the hood, got the tits showing She kick it with me the long way, yeah she feel going Stupid racks in the wall, yeah they Mildewing She say that you can't pay the bills, let the bitch do it And even you can get some money, it ain't shit to it [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Tell me what you saying, homes Then play it right, you played it wrong Got a badass bitch that stayed at home And you're home alone and on your own Motherfuck you. Have a destitution, pump your list and call my phone R.I.P to Pimp C, diss me and you gonna smell my cologne Ain't no word 'bout casualties Ain't no dead without tragedies You standing by the block with me But your bitch still wanna talk with me I know the feds wanna shackle me Dopeboys in my properties Put a hundred Gs in your bitch house But don't spend that shit without asking me [Hook] x2