Gucci Respect

I got my gang with me
We takin' over the city
And ain't lookin' that pretty
And we ain't dishin' no pity
Trunk full of grenades
I'll be gettin' my way
I'll be gettin' paid
I'll be gettin' laid
Balls can't compare with this gucci respan
And I walkin in the club with a couple couple couple of grands
You give me bad looks, I'll give you the back head
You give that lip, I send you the holy lamb
I hear 'em what the they want to
Prawl up with my damn crew
Kick him, wear him down
You're wondering if you are done too
Fuckin' with my bamboo
I made you a fan too
Now you should have thought about it
If you are should have ran too

I'm a big boss and you a tiny man
You weig got no plan
You weig a no plan
None gives this man a hand
None gives this man a hand
See, I got a plan
I think you understand
I think you understand
It's about a million grand
I tell you you call your friend
I tell you to call a friend
Now where is your plan
Nowhere is your plan
I don't understand
I don't understand