Lyrics:
(gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)
Verse Two: Charli Baltimore
Yo yo yo
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all
Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all
Chorus
Verse Three: Sheek Luchion
Yo, hard as it is
(gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)
Verse Two: Charli Baltimore
Yo yo yo
(gots to have it, eh-heh)
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)
Verse Two: Charli Baltimore
Yo yo yo
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
about they cockin' back, bustin' guns
Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run
Hated by many, yo we loved by few
You ain't gotta like us homie
So fuck all y'all hoes and yo Chuck pass the jay
Sellin' me out like bitches to make a quick buck
But motherfuckers like y'all just have no luck
shout out to fresh Jordan!
Ellie!
MTV!
Irv Gotti!
Murda, Inc!
My nigga Ja!
DJ Clue!
Desert Storm!
The Hard Knock Life!
Backstage y'all!
Finta get real in here (word up), don't stop, (yo yo), that nigga daz
(Uh Yeah through kurupt talking)
Uh uh uh uh uh uh, Kurupt young Gotti
What I gotta do is let y'all
Niggas know I am the nicest
Once upon a crime, someone who
Was once fragile, innocent
And pure was suddenly corrupted
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo we bringin you the international vibe live from Brownsville
where we juggle and struggle to survive (YOU KNOW THE DEAL)
We
On the side, got a wifey with brolic
don't mock it, then she gonna evolve into broly
The shawty so flossin'
y'all dumb s**t can't f**k with
Go bluffin' that
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you
And I'mma start callin' ya'll bitch niggas by name:
Mothafuck D
Mothafuck M
Only X I know is Xzibit
hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd, a gemstar hit down on the plate
The Mobb niggas
would meet her future husband
By age 27, get engaged a year later
And get married a year after that
But when Kaffy turned 27
She didn't find a husband
a n***a ont’ want you gone, I like to pack that punch
P***y n***a stole my camera f**k yo bandana m*therf****r I want my one
…And that s**t on the H.O.N.
burning up just to bring it home
& fk who ever hated y'all my sons that's I disown
I got 99 problems & I still ain phased by none of y'all tone
Maybe these
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
all yall niggas who wont cut my grass
Fuck all them niggas who aint getitn no money
Fuck all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey
Fuck all
to ya face
Lotta yall is fake
Vegz boutta catch a case
Cause you know we gettin wild ayo gotti get the yay
But im sounding kinda typical
So imma speed
his shoes
Where the f**k nigga stands
Run through yall
From the ???? to the Squad
We be doin' yall
We leave them all stanky like
Horse manure ya'll
Yo
it by myself but you know Aj he got aim too
I could make one call and call up Clanzz cause he gon' bang too
Man who the fuck put Heem and Kaygo Gotti
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