Holiday season!. Pyong! catch up!. It's gucci!. I'm in the yellow thang on the expressway. That bitch so nasty it might give a bitch road rage. Get out my lane: ferrari boyz. You see the chain: so icey boyz. I'm running in a mansion but I don't think I'm fancy. But I cut the blinker on and my diamonds dancing. Once upon a time a little while ago. There was a nigga in a "rari with a pretty yellow ho. Got my head held up cause I think I'm handsome. But the media portraying me as charles manson. And I cut up?. But I'd rather pull up solo in the yellow 2-seater. Gucci!. Get out my lane! ferrari boyz. You see the chain: so icey boyz. Riding in the 'rari same color as bacardi. She don't like me shawty man she like my car. Damn near wanna fuck my chain damn near wanna fuck my name. [?]. Deep-dish rims on my horses mane. That's how me and gucci mane claim. Iced out?. How our bandana's like santana's screaming out. "Who wants some banner? ". Hit a million off my words they love my country grammar. That's the antenna but your rapping careers got static in it. I'm a walking meal ticket just wait a minute. Bank account got commas in it. All that while? was in it. I hear em talking gangsta shit but I know they lame as hell. One thing I ain't gon?. Pussy nigga you sweet as hell. My name ring bells my engine loud as hell. Shit my 'rari cost about 230 bills.... Brick squad monopoly that's my company. Bitch I'm buying all the property...