"Yeeeeaaaahhh" lyrics

DJ Burn One, Mane
And it's Gucci, Gucci
Big Gucci Mane
Ay, lets move the cane
It's like yay, yay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay, yay, yeah, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, yours truly bitch

Yay, yay, yay, yay, cakes, cakes, cakes
You want a nine? He want it
A half? He want it
A key? He want it
Some P's? He want it
Moving cakes, cakes, cakes, cakes, cakes, cakes, cakes (cakes)
Ah stop there go the jakes man, Gucci got the snakes man
Now I'm on the sixes, used to ride with verse [?] man
Yellow Corvette, same color as your teeth is
Prolly need to brush them, same color my yellow rims
Hundred bricks, rushed them, straight to the G state
Then I got the motherfucking Philly ass cheesesteaks
The bar grill and my grill look like the Phantom grill
Got yo' bitch on three or four X pills
Hundred G's, two hundred G's, fuck a record deal
Two mil, three, four mil, give me a record deal
I'm worth a couple mil in jewelry, a couple mil and now
I'm fucking around with Jimmy nigga, think a nigga slipping
Mac 90, double clip, and banana, I'm bananas
I kill 'em when I hit 'em, I'm the young Tony Montana, bitch
Middle of the EA, GA
Fifth ward? Nah man I'm Zone 6 affiliated
Bouldercrest originated, cremated, the last one
Any nigga who tried me, burn one, blast one, bitch
(Ay, ay)