(Chorus:)
Is you rollin' (x4)
Bitch I might be (x4)
Girl he geeked up (x4)
Bitch I might be (x4)

(Verse 1:)
East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body
Im geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body
Aint your name lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
Im off three double stacks and Im lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't know where Im goin
On two eighty five I keep ridin in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin
Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man
The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands

(chorus)

(Verse 2:)
Bitch I might be hiffie,im from california and thys might be nikes
Come and run up on em'nigga
Ill wear your size, you wear my size
I got a big mac lets make french fries
I'm high as a plane, pop a pill dissapear like david blaime
Come back on the track with gucci mane
I got ten pills ten hoes ima run a chu chu train
All through atlanta my new nickname is gucci jane
I don't let em' swallow, I show em' how to use it man
You got some bad bitches I suggest you do the same
Treat my hoes like my cars, drop em' in blow they brains
Wash em' up then blow they brains
If she swallow the whole bat and the ball she can roll wit jane
I been a souldier boy, niggas know the name
Ill superman that hoe and call her lower slang

(chorus x2)