Lyrics:
the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Money, money
[Outro - Daz]
Yeah, keep your motherfuckin head up and watch yo' back
Cause everywhere you go some nigga out
the club, but that bitch you
My jewelery too loud, my cars from overseas
You tryin to book a show, that gon cost a couple ki's
Cause, bitch, I'm Yo Gotti
you dig it?
You fed you dead see red
My lead yo head I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me
old, met her, fell in love wit her
I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes
She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold
Heart-broken she
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
you meet your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic
Chorus: Grimm, B1
of soft
Everybody know it all
Nobody followin' protocol
The money's only good 'til you blow it all
Stacking ever since
Guliani knocked John Gotti
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
at (get yo', get yo')
He put on a killer act but canon really lack (get yo')
Got this far by being me and got a bigger bag (get yo' kill money)
We gon'
the money, money, money, money
[Daz] Money, money
[Outro - Daz]
Yeah, keep your motherfuckin head up and watch yo' back
Cause everywhere you go some nigga out
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed
(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
My money, money, money
Oh money you my honey
My money, money, money
Oh money you my honey
My money, money, money, my bitch is my money
Oh money
Jose y Lukardi
Gotti Gotti
Soy Lukardi
Gotti Gotti
Negro entramo’ haciendolo
Sin dolor
Puro love
Dale amor
Dale que hoy vine con to
Tengo mis miles
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
Yah, Uh Outside of your spot n' I pull up with Gotti (pull up with Gotti)
Death too all rats Yeah free Shotti (yeah free Shotti, Treyway)
Yellow
Money make the world go round [Repeat: x 3]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
don't put the blame on me
Incase you ain't know this Joddy
Get money get money my motty
Put a date on it no Yo Gotti
Hope Coi Leray come to my parties
She
Crew, I suppose you knew
So thugs, pop yo' toasters, but don't approach us or
Bullets'll chase you like Moet mimosas
Catch us both coasts, racin' twin
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong
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
a dime on her, calling it a free hoe
I'm rich like I'm Roddy, she stretch like palates
I get to the money bag, feel like Yo Gotti
I'm making a pussy fold
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