Scrape (feat. Gucci Mane)

I met your girl on the beach
 You riding around on a lease
 Man, a milli with a triple beam
 Fuck your bitch [?] spleen
 Come to my mansion, we having a party
 She hop on the dick and she ride like a Harley
 Smoking a pound like Bob Marley
 Bitch, I take off like a spaceship
 Kissing that hoe, but she basic
 Rich forever, I done made it
 Drinking a bottle, I'm faded
 [?] no phone calls
 I got money wrapped in a rubber band
 That's a whole lotta money, whole lotta money
 I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money
 I got money stacked in a rubber band
 That's a whole lotta money, whole lotta money
 I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money
 I got money stacked in a rubber band
 That's a whole lotta money, whole lotta money
 I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money
 When money don't fit in a rubber band
 I got [?] Afghanistan
 My shooters, they pull up like Taliban
 Rollie cost a hundred bands
 [?] and give her the check
 Rich Forever 'round my neck
 Pinky ring extra wet, lotta money for a bet
 Fifty racks in each pocket, I be walking with it
 You a broke riding 'round in a Honda Civic
 In a Maserati, [?] I had to get it
 Look at my necklace, it cost me a chicken
 I gotta take care of my family
 Ain't worried that I got 'em right next to me
 Trap nigga, high school with a felony
 Got a whole lotta money, what you telling me?
 I got money wrapped in a rubber band
 That's a whole lotta money, whole lotta money
 I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money
 I got money stacked in a rubber band
 That's a whole lotta money, whole lotta money
 I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money
 Whole lotta money
 I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money
 Rich