Lyrics:
it all
When was the last time I had no bread cause I cant recall
And we are destined to be rich thats cus We made to ball
Yea we made to ball
Yea made
[DJ Quik]
Huh, now don't come to my party if you don't wanna get drunk
It's me and my niggas and we puffin on a skunk
Cus it's true when I'm bent
that red Porsch
Now we got your bitch up on the money train
I heard she fucking what's his name and what's his name
We only know your wifey by her
Bet they see me flexin'
Spend yo mortgage just to glisten
Money talk extensive
Everything I rock expensive
Got two besties try molest me
And I'm feeling
talking cash shit though, cus she got a bag
Had to work hard for every P, I took the Hardaway
Trap jumping stupid crazy, call it Vince Carter day
Gotta be
a plug by lsu but we both come frm town
Roll a wood see what’s it like na I’m da spot breakin down
Like I keep my house dirty all you see is roaches aroun
Gotti (pulled up with Gotti)
Death too all rats Yeah scream free Shotti (that's on God)
Got the yellow diamonds yeah we too pissy (that's on God)
I love
you dead you can't spend it
Bitcoin 401 IRA Get us paid
Money to burn
We may not live till old age
Dats what they say
My money I earned
I got
with the Moneybagg like Yo , I got it
& its going down in my DMs right now like Yo, Gotti
Fuck her so good got her nose snotty
I'm so about it what
it even hurt a little
But girl it worked and you deserve praise
Didn't know that we would link back up a little later in life
By then, I was
Hook:
Did it by maself I don't need nobody help Cus I did it myself I don't need nobody help On ma own On ma own, yea I got it on ma Own Cus I did
Dondas
Jay said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti
lame
Why they think they thuggin' when they all sound the same
My momma cryin' to me cus she never broke the bank
But these motherfuckers took it all
Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how
it's goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed
him stamped approval, you feel me?
,
investigation for years
I feel like Gotti
So it's fuck the Feds, let's make somethin clear
They never caught me
I had to do the dash for the bag and the big body
the death I was sellin'
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
if I didn't
like Gotti (Sky high)
I got snitched on like Shotti (Like Shotti)
But I made it out like Roddy (Like Roddy)
I'm steady making them deposits (Deposit)
So
a fee, Yeah
I get a bag and I get it let's go
Yo bitch wanna come and I told her to go
I ride with my brothas we stay by the code
You know that we dubbin
Yo
Let's take it back I'll tell you a story on how it begun
Rapping, I'm wilding I'm born to my momma raised in the system ion play with no choppers
and Haitian Gotti can rap nigga
I got rich nigga dreams (Uh Huh)
That's by any means (Aye)
If you intervene (Now what you do?)
You gon fall (Aye)
Tryna get me
the mansion home
Bip it and plug it till the grams turn into bows
Cus I'm a young rich nigga spend money like I'm broke
They say xav please let the beat breathe
admit it yeah
Oh well
And that's too bad cus
I ain't want you to leave (Hm hm)
I really thought you would go home by three
I got on FaceTime with yo
Shit toxic but we won't admit it yeah
Oh well
And that's too bad cus
I ain't want you to leave (Hm hm)
I really thought you would go home by 3
I got
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas
Big stepper, we
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