Lyrics:
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We didn't/ talk about which neighborhoods were crappy or cool
We identified our areas by catholic school
"Yo where are you from?" St Thomas
a snapback and girls wanna see 'em
Man you should see my Snapchat when it's late in the PM
Ay Yo Gotti, it go down in way more than the DM
And it probably
Swizz a rapper fuck you, suck dick
I'm sicker than these rappers
Got a gun that'll? you rappers
? beast so hard? John Gotti you rappers
Kaseem Dean, mean
it's gone be
cint tryina waste my time cuz you know that's money.
So tell me what it's gone be
cre you down to ride or you playing with me
Its funny how
a treadmill
As long as they print it
My niggas gon' get it
Pop a yerk off, half a pill
This shit got me twitchin' and itchin
Like Yo Gotti
When I drop this
money, guns, all I know like Yo Gotti
Police has rappers ion trust him, call him Tekashi
I had to tell kash to slow down, he tried to bby Mazi
We can hit
niggas hating i ain’t never waited…
They said be patient shit i went and got it
Motivated by the hustlers know im playing gotti
Go for the villain i just
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
slime
Slime
Slime
While your bitch on my dick
Then my nigga get out my grind
Mo Mo Moses uh ey
Mo Mo Moses uh ey
Mo Mo Moses
Yo senquiz!
Working for
too
You might as well give ya money to me shorty
Can't dance in the strip club when your 40
Come here, I show you how to get it if you with it
If you
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
of ointment
In spouses houses
Got dick appointments
Im real
Ayy
Fuck how you feel
Whats yo deal ayy
One mo again
Tell me who is a joke
Running my fades
Wit all
I was a rider, that's fa sho
We them niggas getting hated by haters, we them niggas that done made it outrageous
Stack the money in the streets
Money in the air as mo' fell
Grab you by your coattail
Take you to the motel, ho sale
Don't tell, won't tell
Baby say, "I don't talk Dogg"
Then she
Money in the air as mo' fell
Grab you by your coattail
Take you to the motel, ho sale
Don't tell, won't tell
Baby say, "I don't talk Dogg"
Then she
me what 2 do if yo heart ain’t never stopped
Hittin up my dj man let that shit drop
This gone get us on no mo standing on the block
I been down n out
and grab you some mo (Echo)
Got Money Gains I been grubing all week (Woo)
Daily runs, change my physique (I'm cut)
Popping tags blew a bag in DC (Racks)
We
yo's no mo'
Then I take it and strip it down and leave nothin but the frame
Then I'm gonna sell my cousin the gold thangs
Pop a burn and turn it over
on a positive vibe i had a long day
Keeping my money right
Right by the wrong was
Niggas hollering money they ain't
Worth a penny though no religion
My niggas
Yo, this is to the entire critical mass, my nigga Ty Shawn (?), Jah Born and
Big 2.
This how we do, check it out:
Yeah
Day light disappears from
(Oh GP) sliiime!
Huh, huh, Harlem, huh huh
Yo, I'm at the label with TECs out
Like I don't give a fuck
Make sure I'm the next out (Yes)
I come from
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
on the sh**t for a while now
Steady chasing front things
When the money come Mo ma gbana
But sometimes ikebe de make man para oo
But man go need to hammer
and minuscule (Minuscule)
Eat some mo' greens and mo' vegetables (Vegetables)
Then yo ass we wouldn't ridicule (Ridicule)
Live by my Code that's the only rule
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