Lyrics:
My glock ya f*** buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me?
My glock ya fuck buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me?
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
By any means go hard for the bankroll in these streets
Bout that cash flow boy even when it ain't cold niggaz know I keep that heat
On my grind stay
the bitch wanna hear that Yo Gotti
Dope boy shit all in her speakers
And I want a brand new Bugatti ('gatti)
So I can pull up on Madonna (skkrrr)
And I
can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt)] Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-you-are-you-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know
a high speed
I make it look easy but its too hard to copy
Im a boss bitch I call shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you
Gotti got the sauce and y'all niggas want the juice
Fighting for your love is some shit I ain't gone do
Cheated on a niggas I just charge it to the crew
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
Yeah niggas, yeah
Uhh, that's what I'm talkin ?bout right here niggas
That's what I'm talkin ?bout right here gotti
This what I needed, nigga
a H.U.S.T.L.A
I'm on a grind, on a regular
I hustle hard whether up in the Yo
Or up in the streets of im ahead of yaaaa…
I'm a H.U.S.T.L.A
I'm on a grind
I'm a motherfuckin star and it ain't hard for me to shine (straight up)
They say I'm screwed up, and I've been leanin all weekend
With yo
finger to a haters
They can't destroy this plan
On my grind going hard for mine
I'm bound to shine
On my grind going hard for mine
I'm bound to shine
, man i do it for the cash
Every grind that i grind, every rhyme that i rhyme
Man i do it for the money, man i do it for the cash
Do it for the money, man
girl
Come into my world
38127, shady vista by the stairs
Y O slash G O slash T T I slash
Get up on yo ass
W W W slash dot Gotti slash dot com
Check out
this shit
Bish I grind for this shit
Bish I grind for this shit
Bish I grind for this shit
Thug onna roof
Imma thug onna roof
Got my eyes on the money
If you grind strong enough
If you grind long enough
If you grind hard enough
Oh Lord, I woke up this morning and started praying
And only niggas
talking about
Money for the bank account
Money in the bank account
This rap shit's easy
The trick is in the paper
Got to hustle hard just to keep the cake
gat with my hard hat
Strapped with my crew and my niggas and all that
Down for whatever, niggas straight rowdy
Ask any motherfucker in America they'll
lie, men lie (16, 16, 5, 17, 18)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie (yo, we need the money machine for this one)
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men
the sloppiest nigga
Hold up
Different batch
This Gotti
Getting money
im feeling like Gotti
Gett too it by any means
Nobody can stop me
Grind hard
Juss too
G, and Drezz
Stack my money and have some kids
Gotti did just what it is
Cmg a hundred years
Day's been cold, just like my wrist
I'll be used
create and tape
A series for me
Lyrically he not hard, fuck Akh bars (Akbar)
The ratchet that'll blow his top
Off I call Teairra Mari
It couldn't be
the projects, but safe with me
Shit, N.O... (N.O...) are to the E
Spin out at 90 I'm hard with the V, it go...
[Chorus]
Yo, a-yo, good green, 'bout to get
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