Lyrics:
Yo yo life is hard so I dedicate to God
Mad cats sell coke tryin not to starve
Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina
Saw moms
that I fear
Hold yo head up
Whip them tears
Check
I been in my bible learning God
He the one that always ride
He the one be by my side
He the one
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
Dreams of flexing with each other
Turned to beef and talking glocks
Not everybody in yo circle in yo corner
Just cause they standing by your side don't
Falls
I got that drip
I got that sause
She got that drip
Look at her body
I got the juice
I think i'm Gotti
And i'm in the yo with the money bag
I just
The Hobby
Niggas Gon Run In Yo Pocket
We Find Out You Got It
(Gimmie Dat)
Got Cocaine Like Yo Gotti
All These Bottles That's Poppin
Niggas Say They Real
But
another story so these dudes
I get a phone call about three
Days later some dude is
On the phone, "Yo I’m So-and-so, I claim
This and claim that yo, yo
What
Nigga I got what you need you aint gotta call nobody
If you aint got that change then boi thats on yo body
This nigga said he want that smoke thats
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
Fiend up by my side, my enemy bound to die
Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest
[Chorus x2]
I was born a bastard, my pops was
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
Couple snakes in my closet tryna hold me down
In my closet tryna hold me down
Tryna hold me down
Couple snakes in my closet tryna hold me down
I'm
Anytime it me in vip
They say the zoo in town circus elephants
Is goin' wild, yea you 'n'
Clowns, monkey niggas talkin' shit
I can make yo shit see
[hook]2x
Aye and my loyalty is hella different
And I got hit up by these snakes without recognition
I got swag and you can hear it in my
me,
I open up shop, open up shop cause I got candy
Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in your head,
Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bed
Cause
the L the G are A P letters"
"Sound nice" (cut and scratched)
Rougher than Gotti in tone
Got a body harder than Flintstone
Your girl got her
the place
Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bait
Yo, the aim's to get the bag and then get off
Ain't got time to rest, not settling for
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
spot by the Seine, is where I'll be in the end
My love
That's how we gon live
But right now we just kids
Yo
Life is but a dream
This is everything I
on payments
I took a risk like its vegas
Hiding that shit by the neighbours
Playing yo bitch just like sega
Nowadays people throw dirt on my name
Making me
body
Got her touching on my body
She wanna know what’s in my pockets
Got a check fuck it up Yo Gotti
93 gas in the tank
I ain’t no regular man
Playing
and jumping
I die by this shit
I ain't fearing no man
Put a stick in the air
It just got up to somethin
To these bitches I'm groovy
I treat yo hoe like
and keeping finances straight
Maybe I'm not the one to date
Miss who I was, he not the same
I watched you play with my intelligence
Never judge a book by its
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