Dollah Fo’ Dollah Challenge (Yo Gotti Remix)

Yeah nigga it's whatever Yeah bitch it's whatever Yeah I am I'll never let my niggas down And I'll never put them choppas down Hit ya bitch when I come in town She ain't never let a nigga down When I'm around bitch it's not a sound They be poppin that shit when I'm not around All this fuckin money I'ma lock it down How you say you a king but ain't gotta crown Blogs put a nigga business out Knock em down then switch em out I got opps I don't know about Stand on business we don't talk about it Gotta choppa hold about a hunnid rounds And some crazy niggas that'll hunt you down They be hatin because I get money now Chek and Gotti they know that we run it now We do real numbers real chef Benihana's I'll take a nigga under Watch three-hundred these the new Yeezy's Fore they drop yeah call em 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 he a hall of famer drug dealer Yo Gotti he be runnin round wit real killas Hush gang he ain't frontin no fuck niggas Big stepper we'll stomp one of you lil niggas Niggas say they slidin nobody dyin though Oh Your net worth in the Forbes but what was they lyin for Yeah Go dollar for dollar shotta for shotta We can go thottie for thottie I'm scholarship Gotti you gave a bitch a Birkin I just gave her some knowledge Yeah I'm like Scotty too Hottie If I buss a nigga his spiritual exit his body It's Mike Chek TwoThree and Yo Gotti I know we the ones it's a definite it ain't no probably I got em homie S-I-G P230 I got it on me I'm the G.O.A.T in this bitch I'm a prophet homie Back the fuck out my face you can't try to know me I know niggas back home probably plottin on me but I keep me a bitch who gone make you forget that That's when I pull up on you an just get to blowin these clips from this glock wit no kick back I'm the front of this bitch I can't sit back Spin the block bitch I'm lookin to get back Gotta block full of work I'ma flip that Then I jump on a beat and I rip that This that CM10 shit if you ain't know shit This shit got bop and this shit be too real I'm knockin all my opps out the field I'm knockin all my opps out the field Young niggas sick young nigga ill All of my niggas united Just bought into DC United I gave him the pack and he tanked it Twenty-five pints and he dranked it Just showed her my account and she fainted Showed him the plug and he thanked me "Aye Gotti you low you janky" Lil' bitch just posted me, brainless Rolls Royce stainless Made my neighborhood famous Ridgecrest for tourists Ayy why yo jewelry blurry All my jewelry flawless, all my niggas stallers None of my niggas sanctified they be throwin crosses All my Forgis offset All my diamonds factory set That my lil' savage I stamped that My bitch like the sunset yeah Yeah, yeah I see the same niggas doin the same shit every day (same shit every day) Different nigga yeah I had to go and make a way Any day it's another million dollar play It's like seventy mil now another hundred on the way