作词 : Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Radric Davis/London Holmes/Rakim Mayers
 作曲 : Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Radric Davis/London Holmes/Rakim Mayers
 Huh?
 We got London On Da Track (It's Guwop)
 Uh
 It's Gucci
 21, 21
 Uh
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm too ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm so ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm too ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm so ****in' c**ky
 I got so many M's in my bank account, I can't even count 'em
 Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can't even mount 'em
 Too many zeros with Versace pillows in my Phantoms
 Too many bad b*****s, I don't cuff 'em, I just hand them (21)
 Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don't got time to lay up
 Met my accountant at Ruth's Chris, she told me that I'm way up (21)
 I already back for seconds, I ain't even clean my plate up
 Ran me up a hunned M's and then I put my bay up (21)
 Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
 I ain't take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
 All my diamonds carats, them lil' pointers be too lil'
 Glaciers in my ear, I need a cup, they 'bout to spill (Uh)
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm too ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm so ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm too ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I feel like I'm Rocky
 Huh?
 How you gon' play D? Can't even take D
 Too many fake me's
 Way too many fake daps, way too many fake '$APs
 And I put it on me and I want another ring
 Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve 'em like the other team (Skrrt)
 You can still hear the sneaks (Woo, swoosh)
 Ballin' in some Dungarees
 Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
 For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
 Heard you the nigga overseas, but that's only overseas
 I'm the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it's him again"
 I'm up in the rim, Gatorade and M&M's
 Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
 My girlfriend got a little friend
 All the way on the other end
 'Cause she don't deal with the middle man
 Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
 Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm too ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm so ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby , I'm too ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm so ****in' c**ky (Yeah)
 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 (Leggo, leggo, leggo)
 I ain't gotta say it 'cause they know (Woo)
 Gucci is materialistic, he's too ****in' flashy
 He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
 So, so deaf to these suckers, I'm like JD in '03
 My ho said that I'm too c**ky, I don't play nothin' but me
 These girls got nothing to show you, I'll give you something to see
 These dudes keep comin' up short like they a pair of capris
 Don't group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin' me
 Them dudes ain't got nothin' on me, I got a money disease
 I'm too cold for these suckers, they ain't got more money than me
 I wear my mink in the summer when it's a hundred and three (Burr)
 I make a b***h feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
 I know that b***h want to **** me, but she's too tiny for me
 It's my way or the highway, you either like or leave
 This Rollie cost us the G's, a couple bricks on my sleeve (Yeah)
 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
 It's Wop
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm too ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm so ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm too ****in' c**ky (It's Gucci)
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm so ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm too ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm so ****in' c**ky
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm too ****in' c**ky (Wizop)
 Too ****in' c**ky, baby, I'm so ****in' c**ky (Damn)
 We got London On Da Track