Lyrics:
brokes not an option
Got love for my fam, ain't no other way around it
Mo money mo problems, mo money mo problems
I been on the scene grinding hard to get
shit together, so I respect her more
So if she ask me for some money she is not a whore
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it
money but still hungry
True story, once threw a nigga from a two storey
Asked for my paper, said, "There's nothin' he can do for me"
That's like takin'
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
I'ma show you how I kick it off
Every day I grind hard with a different tone
Switch the game up with an attitude
I don't give a fuck about the niggas in
money makers
Verse 1:
No time to chill no time for Netflix
Pretty for nothing girl you could take the exit
Woosh!!
I feel like a superhero
Only see
grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (yup) heat up the water (damn!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit
grind hard (grind hard) and play harder (play harder)
Break out the pot (yup) heat up the water (damn!)
Swear to God the minivan do tricks
Hit
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
cowards you don't want to go to war
The hard hitta still be the biggest mama nigga
Swallow yo' shit like a fuckin' Anaconda nigga
So, bring it, bring it
Money money money money trying ta get this cash bro
Money money money money gotta get it fast ho
Money money money money trying ta build a stash yo
crazy in this world, you know what I'm sayin'
True ting, you ah talk, dawg (check it deep)
Yo, the crazy adventures of Miss Money Jane (crazy ting)
Yea
Thre3 O
Lot of niggas be making songs about they niggas mane
Bout these bitches mane
Mane shout out to my momma nigga
I grind hard for my girl
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
mother said
Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome
Been sonnin' niggas for so long I think I got a grandson
My passion is money
to nothing my mother said
Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome
Been sonnin' niggas for so long I think I got a grandson
My
Look at my fucking dead presidents
Sending me decoys with marked
Money frontin' yo
What you need G? Nah, I ain't got nuttin'
"I say no to drugs"
Is what
(buy no rings, yeah)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it, count money in my dream (yeah)
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
you nine to five for that groupie money hustle hard get yo money gotta get it in ain’t nothing funny time wast that money lost gotta pay the price to be
Gotti
If I Had It Probably
Drive a new Ferrari
That wont stop my willing
For my plus a million
Yeaaaa
Gone tell me Nigga
Who tha Realist
Imma crash
Simpty is for them simp ass niggas
Talkin' lot, til I spray dumpin' ? niggas
Whenever talkin' shit, I straight rip 'em
And niggas know I come
a 100 nights
Ima grind for mine
I've never been addicted to money
I'm addicted to freedom
In the system we live in
It's got me, fighting, trying
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