Lyrics:
mother said
Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome
Been sonnin' niggas for so long I think I got a grandson
My passion is money
to nothing my mother said
Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome
Been sonnin' niggas for so long I think I got a grandson
My
a nigga down like 12 ?
You know I got racks just like Yo Gotti
Kicks on my feet, looking like I know karate
When I'm on a track, nigga, I'm a catch
drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved
Steeze flyin' off the roof
VIP with hundred dollar bills
Flyin' off the roof
So I got behind her, to see if I fit there
Yo go tell Gotti there's a
Five
Yo Gotti, I am
Can't enough of the price
Imma tax you, Uncle Sam
She can't get enough of that camera
Since I put her on the red carpet
Can't get enough
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
the jewelry
Then run around frontin like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want?
I had coke for too long, I supply that boat
YO, YO, YO
YO, YO, YO
โอ
Getting money, money, money, money, money
ชีวิตไม่มีวันเบื่อวันหน่าย (โอเย)
ด่ากูให้ตายแต่กูก็มีตังค์จ่าย (Oh god)
Tell It you too nice
All you want to do is lick her pussy and hit her bare
She want to fuck with a nigga that don't really care
Yo gotti hit the bitch
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
Nobody
That little bitch sucked the soul out me
I'm out here trapping Yo Gotti
Nobody
Nobody
Niggaz can't fuck with me
Get the money, get the money
Count it up, nah, it ain't funny
Get the money, get the money
B. Wells said these bars are kinda funny
Get the money
Get money like we Green Bay
Yo, uhuh
Get money like we Green Bay
Came a long way from hallways
Look at me wrong Imma slap you up side ways
All my
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if I ever
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
the cream is (right?)
That's where your dream is (well ain't it?)
You're only a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
We spend money all night
[Irv Gotti talking]
Nobody cares
Trouble's like a cancer, you gotta get it early
You don't get it early it gets to big, it kills you
Nobody cares
the dough come
Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low when I flow, yo
Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind
to hit em, okay
Malcolm in the middle, every nigga standing with em finna have to get it, okay
Mind your business, boy better find a witness, I'ma be yo
Roddy (Slut), We blowing biscotti She know ima big Cat Run wit the mob don’t get yo ass robbed they call me John Gotti, smoking big pack gas just fuck up
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
hate money
(Evidence)
Yo, if you live day to day then you proabably live life
More than a cat who got a Benz, bank roll and a wife
'Cause yo, I seen
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
Yo
This goes out (no money no love)
to the whole world. (no money no la la love)
See ya got to maintain (no money no love)
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