text: Huh?
  We got London On Da Track 
  Uh
  Its Gucci
  21, 21
  Uh
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky
  I got so many Ms in my bank account, I cant even count em
  Too many whips, way I switch my car, I cant even mount em
  Too many zeros with Versace pillows in my Phantoms
  Too many bad bitches, I dont cuff em, I just hand them 
  Off like a lay-up , I dont got time to lay up
  Met my accountant at Ruths Chris, she told me that Im way up 
  I already back for seconds, I aint even clean my plate up
  Ran me up a hunned Ms and then I put my bay up 
  Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
  I aint take no advance, so you know that split was real 
  All my diamonds carats, them lil pointers be too lil
  Glaciers in my ear, I need a cup, they bout to spill 
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, I feel like Im Rocky
  Huh?
  How you gon play D? Cant even take D
  Too many fake mes
  Way too many fake daps, way too many fake $APs
  And I put it on me and I want another ring
  Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve em like the other team 
  You can still hear the sneaks 
  Ballin in some Dungarees
  Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
  For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
  Heard you the nigga overseas, but thats only overseas
  Im the one who oversees shit, Oh man, its him again
  Im up in the rim, Gatorade and M&Ms
  Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
  My girlfriend got a little friend
  All the way on the other end
  Cause she dont deal with the middle man
  Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
  Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes 
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby , Im too fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky 
  Just pass me the rock and watch him go
  Just run me the play and let me know
  With a broken leg, I let it go 
  I aint gotta say it cause they know 
  Gucci is materialistic, hes too fuckin flashy
  He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
  So, so deaf to these suckers, Im like JD in 03
  My ho said that Im too cocky, I dont play nothin but me
  These girls got nothing to show you, Ill give you something to see
  These dudes keep comin up short like they a pair of capris
  Dont group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin me
  Them dudes aint got nothin on me, I got a money disease
  Im too cold for these suckers, they aint got more money than me
  I wear my mink in the summer when its a hundred and three 
  I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
  I know that bitch want to fuck me, but shes too tiny for me
  Its my way or the highway, you either like or leave
  This Rollie cost us the Gs, a couple bricks on my sleeve 
  When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
  A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
  Its Wop
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky 
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im too fuckin cocky 
  Too fuckin cocky, baby, Im so fuckin cocky 
  We got London On Da Track