Lame (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Rick Ross)

I'm a cocaine cowboy, got bricks right now, boy

Just call me and then I'm on the way (On the way)

They locked my homeboy down, but I hold my partner down

You know he called me, he good, it's on the way (On the way)

It's on the way (On the way), you in the way (You in the way)

Touch down with yay, rain, sunny, cloudy day (Cloudy day)

No cloudy days (No cloudy days), no rainy days (No rainy days)

Man, I done had my share of motherfuckin' rain

A lot of pain, a lot of chains

Felt like a slave, all this motherfuckin' rage (A lot of rage)

I want a change, I made a change

So much 'caine, I'm in Sun Valley hall of fame

I met the twelve, I made her do the walk of shame

I'm Gucci Mane, that's who I was before the fame

These **** chasers tryna come up off my name (On my name)

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame

'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (You's a lame)

You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame

'Cause you's a lame

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame

'Cause you's a lame, 'cause you's a lame

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (Uh, yeah)

Bitch, you's a lame, look at my chain (Whoa)

Nothin' but diamonds, I could put you on the game

Your best friend wanna fuck me, that's a shame

But I don't even hit it, she just give me brain

My car insane, got so much change

I made a hundred mil and never been the same (Goddamn)

I gained everything 'cause I've been through the pain

Now if my day is cloudy, I just make it rain

I keep a hundred bad hoes, take the smell on my clothes

She hit my phone, said she close, shop in the store and it's closed

I'm only there if it's hoes, they say I'm doin' the most

Ever since I've been in first class, I ain't ever went back to coach

Started playin' for the team, now bitch, I'm the coach

She ain't like me, see my chain, now the bitches approach

I give her different strokes, (Damn) I put the dick in her throat (Whoa)

I get the paper and go, (Oh) I get a mill and get more, whoa, whoa

'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (Oh my God)

You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame (Hahahaha)

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame

'Cause you's a lame

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (1017, double M)

'Cause you's a lame (You a lame), 'cause you's a lame (You a lame)

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame (Let's go, ****)

Maybach Music

Brick boy, I'm whippin' work up like I'm Nick Gordon

In a purple 9-11, still in a biddin' war

Belle Harbor, Neiman Marcus, I bought the fifth floor

Took her shoppin', need it all 'cause fat boy just gettin' more (Me)

Mailman, he keep peelin' a ****, Pell Grant (Uh)

Pants fell, TEC-9, who wanna deal in? (Bang)

Swimmin' pool, my shit bigger than at Six Flags

I just flood all on my hundreds with my rich ass

Bend over, I got a bitch I pay to wipe my ass

Caught a seizure, I'm the shit, this time I peed my pants

Check his vital signs, I heard he goin' broke

Couple cases of champagne, I hear she snortin' coke

'Cause you's a lame, you's a lame (Maybach Music)

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame

You's a lame, 'cause you's a lame

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame

'Cause you's a lame

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame

'Cause you's a lame, 'cause you's a lame

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane 'cause you's a lame

'Cause you's a lame