Artist: Gucci Mane
Album:  The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted
Song:   What It's Gonna Be
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Intro]
{"Listen to the track bitch!"}
Burrr, burrr, burrr

[Gucci Mane]
I'm in the Zone, they keep on gettin offended (it's Gucci)
But I ain't did nothin wrong, but tighten up on my business
And now I'm makin millions, everybody's social
They really too emotional I don't have time to hold 'em (sorry)
"I wanna be a billionaire!" Me too (me too)
So I can count a billion cash in hundreds on YouTube
I get +Dirty Money+ bitches bitches know it Ciroc on my rider
I'm on stage with Diddy, Nicki, Ricky Rosay and Flo Rida
Iroc Mauris with our money, ball like Stoudemire - Amar'e
Hold the blunt with my left hand to show my Audemars in Paris
Look at all that I've accomplished, I just bought me three Ferraris
Spent five million in my company, if offended you not sorry
(Yeahhhhhhhh~!)

[Chorus]
What it's gon' be!
Oh what it ain't gon' be
Too many chains on me, too many rangs on me
Baby dancin on me, diamonds dancin on me
Cause my watch and my rang straight dancin on freeze
Oh what it ain't gon' be
I dare anybody here to put they hands on me
Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me
I got some killers with some gats and what it gon' be!
Oh what it ain't gon' be
Too many chains on me, too many rangs on me
Baby dancin on me, diamonds dancin on me
Cause my watch and my rang straight dancin on freeze
Oh what it ain't gon' be
I dare anybody here to put they hands on me
Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me
I got a dime on my lap askin what her life with me gon' be
What it gon' be!

[Gucci Mane]
I'm a mathematician, young street magician
And I keep on takin pretty girls to Lennox
New Mercedes with eighty in it
Watch me spend all eighty in eighty minutes
Saks & Fifth, young true religion
I bought a car so sharp it make the feds suspicious
They say I'm too flamboyant I say they're malnutritioned
I'm in a rare edition I think LeMans edition
I dare anybody here to put they hands on me
Too many stacks on me, so many racks on me
Got a dime on my line askin what it gon' be
What you gon' do Gucci, when you gon' leave?
Still poppin bottles pourin liquor on chicks
No need to lie, I'm such a freak
No need to hide, you so unique
I'ma try to beat ya back down 'til you weak
Say you ran out of money then more for me
Here's more for you, cause you a whore for me
Don't be a whore for free cause we could ball right now
We could do this two three fo' times a week
From Zone 6 down to Cambleton I pull up in that yellow thang
I put rims on everything, hoes think I got 'em wedding rangs

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
Spin the wheel like I'm in the lead
Throwin money high, don't care where it reach
Spend two G's a week on haircuts
Like fo' give six seven times a week
These girls petrified almost scared to speak
I'm in a new GT with a Georgia peach
Got a condo right off the Florida beach
I ain't hard to reach, so nice to meet
Every night with me you probably fight with me
Sex fight on me and spend the night with me
No rules everything alright with me
Nice shape, baby shaped just right for me
Catch ball players in Magic City
Show them boys how good my jumper is
Shittin on niggaz, no laxative
Makin all pros look like amateurs
I just showed my ass last night I had a blast
My jewelry was so bright, haters put theirs in the trash (burr!)
Pulled up in somethin fast just to make them haters mad
Rims with paper tag, paper bag full of cash

[Gucci Mane]