Artist: Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame f/ Slim Dunkin Album: Ferrari Boyz Song: She Be Puttin' On Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin She the type don't never ever ask, for nuttin [Chorus: Gucci Mane] She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin She the type don't never ever ask, for nuttin She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin She pay her own bills cause she got her own money She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin She pay her own bills cause she got her own money She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin She the type don't never ever ask, for nuttin [Waka Flocka Flame] My girl independent, bitches all in her business Pink on the back of her boy shorts, bought everything she own Love it when she smile and moan, encore how she groan Ask around the hood, she known; one of a kind she can't be cloned "No hands" for her ringtone, "Hard in the Paint" her theme song That's my gutter chick, man I love that bitch How she look and moan, when she takin dick And don't mind McDonald's, she ain't no bougie bitch When I wake up, breakfast on the table One rolled up, Sprite up on the table Baby po' up, drinkin out the A cup Pass the syrup, I'm fin' to fuck this food up [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] Now she's stuntin, she goin in, these hoes can't tell her nothin She came over in a trench coat, and under it was nothin I'm so curious, it's serious, my car so fast and furious But she'll drive a man delirious, I hope all y'all hearin this She's got swag of a top model, curves like a Coke bottle She know I go full throttle, I'm walkin with a slight wobble Got choppers like I'm Big Poppa, I'm Big Gucci you a cock blocker These True Religion not the knockoff, my camera chain is an eye popper I'ma Stuntville on a half a pill, ice cream Gucci Mane, can I live? Chick just know I got a record deal, you know what "Gone in 60 Seconds" is? A movie, I'm bein me, just coolin, on my DVD And my BVD's are so I-C-E, Y to the G-U-C-C-I [Chorus] sans last line [Slim Dunkin] I bust her, I lick her, I hit her, it's juicy Puttin on, cash and check, skinny chick, and the rent Set the pit, and the tint, lookin fat, and it went Pussy ass amount BAM worth a million now WHAM We be showin out DAMN jelly don't shake like that JAM V-neck on my cardigan, pulled up in her car again Tank on E, blowin gas, know my shit gon' start again Hoe like oh my God again, twisted clique they followin Business bitch she swallowin, Brick Squad nigga we chart again [Chorus]