Lyrics:
haughty all for a Bugatti, trigger was pulled listening to Yo Gotti
Play a Playboy, there is no Carti
Sipping on Cardi, but I miss the B
Hot as hell please
nicht gut, eh
Danke, ich brauch' kein' Entzug, uh
Aber netter Versuch (hahaha), çüş, uhh
Fühl' mich wie Yo Gotti (ey)
Zwischen Kiez und Kotti (wesh)
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
school
Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool
Always the young niggaz gettin' in shit
She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch
gone surface
Thirty go by and old money get spent
Thirty go by and you paying they rent
Thirty go by and they watching ya
I need a thirty for thirty
94 money
Brown paper bag ol dope boy money,
Ol dope boy money
Easily I approach the microphone ya da kids no joke,
Tell yo hoe to get offa my
m’owe but mo mo way lati j’awo, fun emi
Family ati friends mi too much money
Yeah
Ojere
DMW ojere
The Ape in the building ojere
Adey on the beat ojere
Deposit but somehow I'm still depressed ima mess possessed
By the root of all evil
The money don't change you it Changes the people around
All of a sudden
you doin' in the closet, fool?
Scared the fuck outta me, whassup?"
[BANG!!!]
(CHORUS)(repeated)
And check it out y'all (Yo, I'm still the same nigga)
these niggas hate me
I got old money
We at yo door if you owe money
You don't know money
Why you be askin to hold money
This is dope money
Ready
the spot
And get it hot like them Gotti boys
I hit the scene cup lean
And a blunt of that dro
Heard it's all about the money
So I'm hunting for more
weed but I said fuck it bitch this shit is potent
Can't let em knock me off my pivot step on em like roaches
Fuck on yo bitch and paint her face ion fuck
Ohtani
Beat me? Nobody!
Mob boss John Gotti
Cobra-Kai Karate
Fortnite off the top floor
You hate that or the cops more?
900 no pigeon score
Did a Tony Hawk
Money talk and cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo
I use to flip
Gotti, Neo Deastro, Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth
May I laugh to yourself shells, before honor and war I just can't tell
I can't fake these
the way it goes
Keep it ra-ra big bank money and hoes
Look at ma-ma ohh wee losing her clothes
You get na-da bitch please go work them hoes
Ahha if you
(Give a fuck about yo feelings)
(Give a fuck about yo feelings)
(Give a fuck about yo feelings)
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo
robbery we score, 'cause they know
Everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'
Little Fiend still want the greens
The cornbread and the cabbage
In
robbery we score, 'cause they know
Everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'
Little Fiend still want the greens
The cornbread and the cabbage
In
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
yo bitch warm keep her right under my tummy
Kick her to the curb she beelinin to the honey
Racin for your will that's a run for yo money
X so far
Yeah)
Ima hardbody
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I just gotta keep a gun by me
Swear to god Nîgga love violence
Send a hit like I'm John gotti
Gotta feeling ima
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
that guess what?
Guess what? I was hurt feelings matter
Bruh the way mo'fucka's put money up so
High, popularity, money stands feelings
Matter, bruh
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