Damn Shawty - Gucci Mane

Dammmn shawty!

Why you hatin so hard?

Cause my chain worth a mill?

Are my rims too large?

Dammmn shawty!

You can get it like me

Ay don’t be mad cause I’m in the club throwin up G’s

Dammmn shawty!

That shit fucked up

Niggas mad cause I’m hot and they ain’t gettin no love

Dammmn shawty!

I’m straight from the streets

Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me

Gucci finally made it, niggas player hated

When I hit the club I got twenty G’s to play with

Bitch I’m the brick man, ballin like a rich man

Sippin on this syrup got me leanin like a kickstand

Recognize the pimpin, feel the real attention

Laflare Entertainment, I’m playin my position

Waitin on the bitches, holla at the bitches

Never worked for Church’s but I served a lot of chickens

Got a lot of G’s so I do a little trickin

Hoe take this lil' money bitch and go on about ya business

Every day is Christmas, every night is Valentine’s

Ten in New York, it’s nine Alabama time

Moved to A-T-L, the whole East Atlanta mine

Billion dollar deal, I signed on the dotted line

Gucci 'bout to pimp shit, lobster steak and shrimp shit

Big Cat, Laflare, you try and get your wig split

Dammmn shawty!

Why you hatin so hard?

Cause my chain worth a mill?

Are my rims too large?

Dammmn shawty!

You can get it like me

Ay don’t be mad cause I’m in the club throwin up G’s

Dammmn shawty!

That shit fucked up

Niggas mad cause I’m hot and they ain’t gettin no love

Dammmn shawty!

I’m straight from the streets

Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me

They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot

My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire

Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by

Gucci Mane ain’t hot?

Youse a God damn liar

Why ask why?

Niggas go Bud Dry

A case of Cristal and a black fo'-five

Hoes in the club like «Who is that guy?

Drinkin Cristal throwin money in the sky?»

His fit so sharp and his wheels so large

The rims keep spinnin but the car stay parked

Fo' bedroom with the two car garage

Gucci just copped, nigga I ain’t got a flaw

Wet paint job and the automatic start

Semi-automatic if you try to play hard

Gucci Mane Montana, from East Atlanta

Bitch the diamonds in my chain same color bananas

Uhh

Dammmn shawty!

Why you hatin so hard?

Cause my chain worth a mill?

Are my rims too large?

Dammmn shawty!

You can get it like me

Ay don’t be mad cause I’m in the club throwin up G’s

Dammmn shawty!

That shit fucked up

Niggas mad cause I’m hot and they ain’t gettin no love

Dammmn shawty!

I’m straight from the streets

Sticks and stones break bones, words motivate me