Gucci Mane - Half lyrics

(Intro) Dear diary 33 years old (33) A couple million up It’s good I’m a single parent It’s Guwop Medicine since for two I’m love my little boy Yea the truth Cherish my mother Thank you dad And I just want half (I have everything in the world) (Hook x2) But these hoes want half sponsored links (can’t get it) How the hell you get a b**h half? I would’ve cut that b**h in half Cuz I could never give a b**h half (Verse) What if I was on my last You mean she’d get half of my cash Man that b**h can kiss my a** It’s Guwop, she will never get half This AK knock a n***a in half Like a magician I cut a b**h in half I came up, me and Juicy are hand in hand I cut the head down of 50 dollar sacks Now I’m trappin hard, I’m on Grisham ave A n***a play me, I’mma cut him in half Dirty gang, you gon take a blood bath It’s Gucci Mane, got 3 million in cash I got a real real big stack I hate it when I see the tax These b**hes man they love to hara** I mean these b**hes love to hara** You’s a stalker, You’s a stalker, You’s a stalker 34 balls on Hersh and Walker Gucci Mane man I’m a smooth talker And I control a b**h like a snake charmer (Hook x2) But these hoes want half (can’t get it) How the hell you get a b**h half? I would’ve cut that b**h in half Cuz I could never give a b**h half (Verse) Gucci Mane not Tiger Woods, I can’t even play I can’t give her money, half for me, half for half away Roll my dick, I don’t have sh**, had to hit a lick Broke as sh**, couldn’t pay the rent, ain’t that bout a b**h? Man and Gucci don’t got half what Michael got but got a lot I don’t cross over, I cross the country, f** a jump shot Don’t pun Mr. Backboy, this move is a stack boy These n***as have but a airport, have blue timber f** a extra A woman get you half, you ain’t water whippin, b**h you dustin I will not give you half You didn’t put that hater on a scrunch Man don’t pay no midget, Gucci he gon break out and arrest You trashcan b**hes, man don’t need to make me laugh laugh Fat a** and look fresh, go get that paper bag I’m a playa hater, punching bag, he know I got a sack In my building shoot the say designer, Gucci gotta swag Gucci get what’s getting just he walkin with a bag I like all money green but I don’t like my hoes to mix I like all money green but I don’t like my hoes to mix I sound my check and plug myself, I don’t even gotta scratch I sound my check and plug myself, I don’t even gotta scratch Half (Hook x2) But these hoes want half (can’t get it) How the hell you get a b**h half? I would’ve cut that b**h in half Cuz I could never give a b**h half