Letras de Spread the Word

I said it′s union time!
It's Gucci!
Burr!
Huh
All this money out here
Gotta get it
Price so cheap
Huh

When it′s winter time, I fly to where it's summer time
Spend a hundred grand at any given time of day
So much cash on me, you'd think I robbed an armored truck
Smoking kush in front of 12 like we don′t give a fuck
Want some trap shit, you came to the right place
In the Peach State, trafficking these Cali grapes
I′m a king, I swear that I should play for Sacramento
Pinky
Treat my car just like my house, put curtains on my window
So much codeine in this Sprite, it look like Pepto Bismol
Miss me with all of that gossip and that innuendo
They say my diamond chain is ill, they say that I'm a sicko
Made a hundred thousand dollars standing at the Citgo
You bust it open, you see crystals sparkling in the middle
And I never stop juugin nigga, cause I′m not a quitter
And when I hit the club, I hit it with a bunch of killers

My momma gave birth to a trap boy
That trap boy done turned into a dope man
Gucci Mane La Flare, yeah I got old money
And I'm a be a hustlin ass old man
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low, I′m at a loss for words
I know you niggas heard, I got them Georgia birds
23-5, Nigga spread the word

Fuck with me, you know I got that Charlie Sheen
Hundred pints of purple, that's a lot of lean
Got two thousand pounds of swag, look like I cut the grass
He say the robbing crew gon′ snatch me, but that made me laugh
So many bank rolls in my wallet, pockets bout to bust
Walking through the mall, and I'm smelling like a pound of kush
I got 30 grand on me, and a 40 cal
I'm in the Louis V store, signing autographs
My plug text me, he say it just came
I text him back, "my nigga, I′ll be on my way"
I′m selling more scale than SpongeBob
Got a 4 bedroom with like 12 kitchens
And ain't no broke niggas coming in my house
Got that white girl, call her Amy Winehouse
Old school 7-4 cost a town house
Better bring them pounds out before I bring the 9 out

My momma gave birth to a trap boy
That trap boy done turned into a dope man
Gucci Mane La Flare, yeah I got old money
And I′m a be a hustlin ass old man
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low, I'm at a loss for words
I know you niggas heard, I got them Georgia birds
23-5, Nigga spread the word