Budget - Gucci Mane

Just left the house, 12 busted, I was lucky

In the late 90s I wasn’t even rapping, I was hustling

You got a Master’s degree but your shoes so fucking dusty

Graduated from Georgia Tech and don’t got nothing

No dunkin', end of discussion

I’m not a professor but I’m saying fuck a budget

Budget, I don’t do the budget

Louis leggings, fuck clothes, all I pack is jewelry

Fours on my Masi, make it look like it got crushed

You want a Halle Berry bitch than ball like David Justice

I need some weed cause my weed is so musty

Left with your main bitch and she don’t even know what brunch is

Sipping on that Actavis you sipping Robitussin

Acting like you leaning but you know you really flexing

I’m stupid Gucci, shouting Gucci, yeah I overdoes it

I signed Black Migo Scooter, and told him fuck a budget

up the house, 12 busted, I was lucky

In the late 90s I wasn’t even rapping, I was hustling

You got a degree but your shoes so fucking dusty

Graduated from Georgia Tech and don’t got nothing

Budget, budget, motherfuck a budget

Budget, budget, motherfuck a budget

1017 that’s my clique, we the brick squad

Y’all all on my dick like a bitch, you the dick squad

There’s plenty pieces of the puzzle but nigga I’m the big pawn

So ask your boys bout Jay and Gucci Mane, we the brick boys

Riding in Mobile with the scrap like I’m Rick

Two half a million dollar chains like I’m Tit Boi

Money got to get real fat, I’m a big boy

Tried to lock me up for five doves, big boy