Payday lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Produce by Drumma, featuring The Game
Drumsquad DJ's in the bulidin' with me, I'm rockin' with you
1017 Drumsqaud DJ, you know how we rockin'

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
They say kush is my cologne
I say, "Is it me"? I'm easier to smell
Than I am to see
Them Rolex on my wrist cost 'bout ten bricks at least
I stole your b*tch right under you, cause I'mma beast
Diamond's on my knuckles, Gucci on my buckle
If you want some trouble we can do the f*ckin' Royal Rumble
I'm on now, it's in killa
You wanna win, bet a real with a real n*gga
I'm trapped out, she coked out
Fifty bags of gas, room smoked out
I double back, then change routes
Call back he need a 9 and a half a pound
It's Gucci

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Everybody wasted, like it's payday
The whole world faded, like it's payday
Bottles poppin' crazy, like it's your birthday
We smokin' chronic crazy, like Dr. Dre day
[Verse 2: The Game]
n*gga I'm a motherf*ckin' killa
Used to run with a pack of motherf*ckin' gorillas
I'm about my scrilla, I'm about my gang
S double O - W - double O n*gga we insane
Talkin' to me bout Gucci, n*gga lost his f*ckin' brain
Automatic, we tune his ass up like T-Pain
n*gga we ain't entertainers, we nothin' like Rambo
Pull up in them Lambos, and hop out with them bangers
n*gga I be makin' bangers, my plaques they be platinum
My rims they be platinum, so them b*tches know what's happinin'
When Gucci get to rappin' all them haters be quiet
Flocka start shakin' his dreads n*ggas start a riot
Black wall Bricksquad, Chrome four fifth squad
Phantom got diarrhea I can't stop sh*ttin' on 'em
Sittin' on them sixers, like Doc in his hayday
Rollin' up them swishers, cause n*gga it's, n*gga it's payday

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Everybody wasted, like it's payday
The whole world faded, like it's payday
Bottles poppin' crazy, like it's your birthday
We smokin' chronic crazy, like Dr. Dre day

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Stoned, they wasted
They can't feel they face, gotta take it
It's so hard to shake how I bake it
Cook cakes like the chef in the bakery
I'm just tryin' to make it through makin'
I got a sweet jug in actin'
I got a coke connect he a Haitian
I had a weedman, but he a has been
I gotta smoke the gas 'til the ass end
They wanna jack me, but that's a dead end
This AR-15 will make your headspin (two times)
I'll even drop the top like Janet Jackson (two crimes)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Everybody wasted, like it's payday
The whole world faded, like it's payday
Bottles poppin' crazy, like it's your birthday
We smokin' chronic crazy, like Dr. Dre day