Birdman - Mouth Full of Gold lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Please pardon me but I'm pa**in gas To my entourage, no gas masks I'm in my old school, with the Georgia tag With my Georgia a** and my red flag I'm g'd up from the feet up In my black van wit my feet up And the blinds down and the beat up Short bad b**h with the seat up You know me, from the old me On Jump street with the straight D I was low key, at HB Now I'm 3d, come face me I went toe to toe with the best of 'em I bust shots at the rest of 'em Don't test me, no tester I rape you, like Chester I'm a rich a** n***a you b**h a** n***a You a club pop off ol snitch a** n***a Went up to the game Felt symptom of fame Run up on me put you in a ditch quick n***a I'm a tell you twice, cause it's Gucci two times f** your clique and f** your wife If you got drama n***a, you can meet me outside Get your head bust wide for your old man's pride [Hook] Rich a** n***a with a mouth full of gold Rich a** n***a with a mouth full of gold Rich a** n***a with a mouth full of gold With a mouth full of gold With a mouth full of gold (4x) [Verse 2: Birdman] Platinum in my mouth b**h Shoot you in your face, sh** Uptown gangsta b**h, 100 million dollar sh** All this money ain't sh**, livin' how we live it b**h Redid my grill n***a, Platinum to that gold sh** High price, high life, Do this sh** every night Shoot the dice, pay the price Priceless when we roll them die Get it how we get it b**h Flip that n***a been flippin' them bricks 500 things me and Gucci gonna split that sh** 50 in banana clips, twist someone we split your sh** Brand new Ferraris, Bugattis when we shinin b**h Blood rich gang n***a, we got them rangs n***a Flippin' them things n***a, ready to bang n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I put red shoes on my black car I'm talkin' slick like a rap star I'm walkin' slick like a trap star Rich young G with gold teeth A triple black cat just crossed my path But its a 4 door jaguar They put me in this game I put you lames back at the snack bar Im black as hell but im rich as well Got 3 dime pieces at the hotel I'm goin' hard, they blowin' hard Im strapped up, no body guards I pull your card, told you disregard I'm goin' dumb but I'm thinking smart But if you try my squad I'll hide yo body parts That's a single shout out to Boulevard That's single shout out to bank head Gotta give ya something Lou Cammelton Cause I pull up in that yella thang Fat pockets like I just been gamblin' I put 100 K on my grill shawty That's the way I feel shawty Ice cream on my face and Chain Cause' that's the life I live shawty GUCCI!!!! [Hook]