Lyrics:
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
Mannie, fly like the Birdman
Won't waste my time, torch you in freak sand
I look at gettin Cash Money like a sport
Smoke a Newport, then finish yo ass with
I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul
When I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt
They know what money look like and what a real
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your
crib and he's Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like it's already in it
Murder with the ink, I'm Gotti in it
Don't get
I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds
the Birdman
Won't waste my time, torch you in freak sand
I look at gettin Cash Money like a sport
Smoke a Newport, then finish yo ass with one thought
Niggas
You rap about money and nigga might sign ya,
You rap about me and a nigga might find ya,
But ? yo ass what you hear right behind you
Dope game
lavish, in the kitchen whippin' magic (bad, bad)
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Bad bitches, bad habits
We got London on da Track
Yeah
I ain't asked nan' nigga
I'm sellin' is dope but they think it's my soul
When I step out the 'Vert bitches jump out they skirt
They know what money look like and what a real
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
DOPE GAME BITCH let his mamma worry bout him,
you can holla at me for a fee but I
Got Em'
[Chorus]
[Verse: Yo Gotti]
I met the birdman with the Bird
lying by my side
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
Money to be made best
Believe
bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right, nigga, keep your game tight
Play right, play by the rules and you'll get paid, fuck
Gotti Lennon
And you gon' respect my mind, and my sign, and my emblem
You got money on your mind and we're aiming at your temple
Check me out or just
Ain't no fuckin order too big
And makin crack like this is the song
You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long
Never cook yo
You rap about money and nigga might sign ya,
You rap about me and a nigga might find ya,
But ? yo ass what you hear right behind you
Dope game
and 15th
Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a whole chicken? Mack 10's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't
(buy no rings, yeah)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it, count money in my dream (yeah)
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
Yeah, Money Mos
Yeah, n****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yo Gotti you ready?
Yeah, I am
L'll never let my n**** down
Nah, I never put some
fat yeah I stay with some rolls
My game done lag
Yeah I'm All about a bag.
Big bag money bag Weed bag run that asap
If I hit yo bitch I can get
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