Lyrics:
Phone and see this shit? Lucille: No
Gotti: Portato ya yo se
Lucille: It just wasn't important for
Me to tell you
Gotti: A condo party in Toronto?
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
ride
Bitches and niggas in penitentiary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops
As for you females, I got no time, I gotta
money over bitches
My shit's phenomenal, droppin' like domino
Comin' with the real yo and
Fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the
Freaks in short
[Talking: Yo Gotti]
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor
I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power
I'm a North Memphis
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
of these niggas, I'm sick of the cap (yes sir)
"Gotti, why you got security, but you still got a strap"
"Gotti worth a hundred million
Grind like he in
even trip
I need some money I go make a flip (Flip)
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get
I'ma grind hard and I
And I’ll never stop
I used to wish all these niggas that hated died
Now the haters is who I’m motivated by
To get my cash right
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
grind
I, ll be on the grind
Been married for a little bit
My wifey on my mind
We walk together living it
(Trip do you take Jess?) She's
A gift God
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson,
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
lavish, in the kitchen whippin' magic (bad, bad)
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Bad bitches, bad habits
We got London on da Track
Yeah
I ain't asked nan' nigga
hater burn
Yo, I was in the park
Spray painting on the platform
Patent leather top ten, Space Invader hats on
Eighty something
I've been a threat for
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
off until everybody's gone
All Star homey, keep a hell of a price
Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson,
, the drug dealer
I'm Yo Gotti, the thug nigga
I'm Yo Gotti, my own heir
And if you wanna ODX, then tell Gotti to blow it, nigga
I've been getting money for
hard for me to count now
[Hook]
[Yo Gotti]
You ought to see the way I be ballin' now
You ought to see the way the girls be callin' now
Sweatin' me now,
, yo, yo)
Ladies, if you with us, just grind to the bass line (yo, yo, yo)
Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind (yo, yo, yo)
And make her
ceilin' there?
Showin' off lil' mama, goin' hard lil' daddy
Yo Gotti home boy, I'm a walkin' dope package
I don't what it is, somethin' inside
I need
by a race of Jews and the Lizards control them too
And it's run by some black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
I'm in charge of the Club now too
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
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