[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Yeah, yeah
Gucci
Uh
Uh

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane a bachelor, bitch
So don't get too attached to this
We ballin' on these haters
And these n***as missin' practices
My top, I just subtracted it
The life we live ain't average
Me and Trouble smoking Cali bitch
We back to back, no marriages

[Verse 2: Trouble]
And I'm pourin' Hen', dog
Ballin' on a daily basis (Basis)
Duct Tape and Brick Squad
Put that in these hater faces
They ain't pouring Activis
You n***as can't compare to this
Swervin' in each lane
No questions, I'm smashin' shit
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It's Big Gucci, you ain't gotta gas me (Gas me)
I'm a predicate and you ain't gotta ask me (Ask me)
I'm on a whole 'nother level than you other guys
Like Domino's, I deliver pies

[Verse 4: Trouble]
Yeah, and I deliver fries, them hollows and extended clips (You know)
And I deliver fires, Soo-Woo homies who set trip
Leave you wet like my tip, after hoes get off me
All 'bout that action, no flexin', n***as blastin' for talk

[Chorus: Trouble & Gucci Mane]
I get money like everyday
Really ain't got no time to play
Try to take mine, you wanna lay
Fuck me what you wanna say
I get money like everyday
I tote bar like everyday
Put that shit in these haters faces
I get money like everyday

[Verse 5: Gucci Mane]
I'm drinkin' on that mean purp, blades make the street hurt
Make a bitch dance 'til her feet hurt (Dance)
Brick squad and Duct Tape increasing the murder rate
Everybody knows that we got cheap work
[Verse 6: Trouble]
And they got cheap purp, kush, mead and the beans
Not mean but you gotta knock on the screen first
Then let the door swing, choppers all he seen first
Sosa posted with a beam, knock you out that screen first

[Verse 7: Gucci Mane]
Yeah, I tote them racks with me like everyday
I might leave a trail, all this mail playa
Ballin's got my True Religion look like thighpads
And my crew hands on like a iPad

[Verse 8: Trouble]
Ready to touch you in every position, like you're unlockin' the code
Don't whip up to me too quickly, get to unlockin' your do'
Get to cockin' back them fours, he's never seen no mo'
Me, Gucci, Ali and Sosa was locked, ready to blow

[Chorus: Trouble & Gucci Mane]
I get money like everyday
Really ain't got no time to play
Try to take mine, you wanna lay
Fuck me what you wanna say
I get money like everyday
I tote bar like everyday
Put that shit in these haters faces
I get money like everyday