Trick'n Off

[Hook] I took my bitch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off Fifty bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across Gucci, Rick Ross on the stage, I call it oh they flossy And when you put your niggas on, I call that being a boss [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Diamond chain round my neck, I call it Bloody Mary Purple 'Vette parked at the crib, I call it welch's jelly Blue and white new drop-top Beamer, I call it Papa Smurf And if you take your nigga work, call that a lot of nerve Three thousand, five hundred dollars, call that Louie purse A penthouse suite for me and her, call that a loss her skirt Nigga outshine Gucci Mane, I call that boy the first That black on black, got them on sixes, call that a rolling hearse Me, Mariah on the screen, I call that feelings hurt These busters' that be caking bitches, I call them Captain Kirk Rick Ross, Gucci, Drumma Boy, I call that going in So Icey And Maybach Music call that a easy win [Hook] I took my bitch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off Fifty bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across Gucci, Rick Ross on the stage, I call it oh they flossy And when you put your niggas on, I call that being a boss [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Heavy in the game, champagne in my pool Don Perignon and bitches in my jacuzzi Time to act a fool, might be on a pill Might be Section 8 but I'm riding mighty clean Worth twenty million but whoever would've thought Worth twenty million, boy You better be a boss Walk up in the club, she know what I'm about She fucking with a thug so she know that pussy bought Knock that pussy out, knock that pussy out She call me Jake The Snake cause I knock that pussy out Now it's time to slide, spend a quarter on my ride Not twenty five, boy I'm on that other side [Hook] I took my bitch to Lenox Mall, I call it tricking off Fifty bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across Gucci, Rick Ross on the stage, I call it Harley Cross And when you put your niggas on, I call that being a boss [Verse 3: Young Breed] I took a bitch to Bal Harbour, I call it tricking off Bought myself a hundred choppers', I call it getting off Took that bitch to Cal' Mall, I call it getting by I only spent a couple hundred, she think she getting fly Supplying all the local traps, I call that running shit It's piled to the roof with stacks, I'm on that gutter shit I'm good in each and every hood, I call that certified Chevy with the Audi frame, we call that seven-five Sitting in a Call A Cab but I came in a Rover Thumb action on the brick, we call it flipping quarters' Yellow diamonds in the grill, them VVS' flawless Yeah, I do this shit for real, it's Triple C, we balling