[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Eh I was made for this shit
Stayed up three days for this shit
I want my plate for this shit
I had to fly all the way to LA for this shit
I had to sleep in the bushes with a K for this shit
I'm smoking kush with your bitch, [?] i woke up in the pussy
I went to sleep with a pint, I had a dream I was cooking
Too much money to see, what's a stripper to me? And
Once I tell her to leave, she cut off permanently
Since all of my jewelry is platinum, I treat all these women so nasty
They say my mouth is so jazzy, that I can't just be a rapper
And all my hoes get along, I brought 10 strong to the Caddy
And I had [?] and backed it, before they knew it had happen
I'm so sorry bitch lady, you ain't heard bout me, baby?
I live my life to be faded, you know I made that song Wasted
I had a girl with some braces, but still the head was amazing
My hoes shop [?], your hoes shop Macy’s and Payless
It's Gucci!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Real n***as don't save no bitches
Real n***as don't save no bitches
It's a must that I drag these bitches
It's a must that I drag that bitch
[Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh]
It's Fresh!
That bitch a slut, that bitch ain't nothing
That bitch a mutt, she drink that nut
She lick her tongue, I grabbed the clutch
I worked the pussy made her gush
And from the back, I slap her butt
I pull her hair, I hit the blunt
I shot it all on her front, she caught it every time its lunch
She call me when she wanna hunch
I fucked her once, didn't give her nothing
Recorded it on social cam, and she didn't really give a damn
She let all of the homies slam
Let all of my n***as, wam
I caught the head then see a bed, and didn't have time to meet her fam
Cold!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Real n***as don't save no bitches
Real n***as don't save no bitches
It's a must that I drag these bitches
It's a must that I drag that bitch