stupid shit You ain't worried he got money you ain't on dat groupie shit But still money make ya cum Gotcha swagg game together Gucci dis louie dat u gotcha bag game together Gotta
you bout it If you a trick ass nigga You'll be fuck up about it I hope you don't start No fuckin' beef about it Or I'll take her name and yo name And
, my mouth look like a light show Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low [Hook 2X - Yo Gotti] [Yo Gotti] This for
problems at home dem rappas leave me alone nigga fuck you pay me(fuck u pay me) nigga fuck u pay me(fuck u pay me) It ya boi yo gotti u kno I'm talkin
[Yo Gotti] You niggaz over there part time grindin and shinin and shit This ya boy Yo Gotti yea Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker Real hustler's don
t 4get Douglas My Niggas on Seventh Street Dixies Homes Ridge Crest Smokey City Evergreen What's Good I'll Shouts To the Whole Memphis Ten [Yo Gotti:]
(feat. Slim Thug & Lil' Keke) [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] Got a spot in the A Got a spot in N.O. (Fo' sho') Lookin for them real toys, to see what they goin
I need help i cant control myself these hoes be wild As I think to myself another nigga in my bed So i start thinkin it off that shit a fukk up yo head
I catch I'm a kill him Big pistol like God (God), I don't even smoke But I'm breakin down the 'gar with yo bitch in the car Yeah I got yo baby mama high
(feat. Pleasure P & Young Cash) Yo Gotti, Pleasure P, lets do it... Yo Gotti: Shawty ride or die here for sober or high she know just what to do to
[Yo Gotti] 6 in the morning I?m gon call Wale tell J. Cole meet us down in the A and bring Wiz Khalifa cuz the green look pure we some real n-ggas we
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard Ok, now, black card in my pocket Riding round in that gotti
't like to sweat a lot I keep it gangsta I just hit the club and Memphis walk You gotta lean rock with it bounce to the beat You know me Yo Gotti I'm
Chorus:] Standing in the kitchen On that stove is part of whippin Mixin soda with the yoda Girl I can't show you till I get some over Da Da Da Da Da Da Daa Da (I'm yo gotti
real clear ice shawty I want a bitch that can do the whole click shawty I'm just a young nigga tryin to get rich shawty [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I'm a pimp
her But money over bitches that my mothefuckin brother Sticking to the g-code, fuck one of these stank hoes Of course I went told what she said back to rico Rico gott
belong 2 you [2x] Bet she don't go home with you She already feelin me Ima get her on the two Later on she gonna do, whatever I want her to Yo gotti [
Gotti, the Lethal Weapon is slaying Just open any book, that's ammo to the brain What really matters, is how well is your weapon trained Some would say genius, while others
