Chorus: Gucci Mane 
One brick, he think he richer than errybody 
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody 
Four?bricks,?he think he?richer than errybody 
Fresh out, he thinkin'?'bout robbin' errybody 
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody 
Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies 
Certified, he cook way better than errybody 
He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies 
I ain't loving 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody 
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody

Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again 
Drive the McLaren on Bentley corners (Skrr) 
I ride through the six with that burner on me 
I'ma get that lil' bitch and that's if I want her 
I'ma nut in that hoe like a sperm donor 
Sellin' drugs, got the feds on us 
Brand new XD with the beam on it 
I'm mixin' my blunt with that lean on it 
Sippin' dirty, it's clean? Then I'on want it 
My pocket filled with them dead bodies 
Young boy thinkin' he richer than everybody 
Nigga play with my shit? I'ma red dot him 
That nigga start snitchin', the feds got him 
Gotta eight of the Ac' in the baby bottle 
Got a hundred round clip on the wooden chopper 
He got him a brick and he started wylin' 
He say he cook better than errybody 
I'ma stay with the stick 'cause I know they watchin' 
I'm droppin' a bag on everybody 
Got a bitch from the eight wit' a wide body 
I think that she fuckin' on everybody 
'Til the day that I die, I'ma take narcotics 
Bitch, I'm catchin' a cell on [?] pilot 
Got these diamonds all over my fucking body 
Like he fucking with me? I'ma see about it

Chorus: Gucci Mane
One brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (Two)
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody (Four)
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies (Gucci)
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't loving 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody

Verse 2: Gucci Mane
I'm from the zone six, so I seen a lotta dead bodies
[?] and they brought out all them dead bodies
I got so rich, them haters got a lot to say about it (Huh?)
These boys so broke, they need to go to church and pray about it (Damn)
I bring that dope to Berman Hamptons, call it Gucci county (Skrr, skrr)
They put some money on my head 'but they couldn't make the bounty
I was so fucking underground, don't even know how they find me
Feel like Obama when I move 'cause I keep soldiers 'round me
I'm not in the NBA but I be ballin' on bitches (Ballin')
Gotta carry credit cards, my cash too big for my britches
Yeah I came up out the trenches, I don't fuck wit' no snitches (Yeah)
Niggas stay trippin' 'til some of they friends come up missin' (Guap)

Verse 3: DaBaby
You ain't never put out on a nigga, then lil' nigga, shut up (Bitch)
I just rocked a sold out show, I performed for a hour and didn't put my gun up (Lets go)
If a lil' nigga try me and send out a gun down, that nigga won't live to see sun up (Uh uh)
Fuck your bitch and I tip her a hundred (Yeah, yeah)
I show you how to muhfuckin' come up
If you add up my watch and my wrist and my fist, before taxes, I spent a whole hundred (A hundred)
You can go and ask Johnny, he love it, every time he see me, he see money
I pulled up BET with my kids and my baby mama, they like, "Ooh, he be thuggin'"
No, I'm just a real nigga with money
I keep one in the head of that bitch like a bundle
I'm too rich so I just had to switch up my number
You play and it's gon' be a murder like YB
I draw out, you see blood like it's YG (Yeah)
I done told every nigga to try me (Yeah)
Some people compare me to Gucci, I drop some new music and caught me a body
And I don't like hangin' with bitch ass niggas, you gotta be a dog to sit beside me
My boy got...

Chorus: Gucci Mane & DaBaby
One brick, he think he richer than errybody (My dog got)
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody (That nigga got)
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Fresh out, he thinkin' 'bout robbin' errybody
Gucc' is a murder, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He traumatised, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't loving 'cause these bitches fuckin' errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stuntin' on errybody (Errybody)