Lyrics:
get yo money up
Chase them gains and get yo money up
Only way is get yo money up
Stay a pleb or get yo money up
Get yo money up get yourself living
of them things
Gucci yo gotti the king
Soulja done did it again
This team be 82gs that be worth 82 keys
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
Money ain't the option
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
beef but the cow eat nothin'
You probably say I didn't when I did
Or I wasn't when I was
And I'm not when I'm is
You n yo homies wack
You probably
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
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
niggas gettin quaked by money
But The Horsemen here though
Comin through with the Hennessey and dough dough
I'm lookin at the niggas peepin out the hoes
I
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
a visual
Some in the paper clip
Some in the digital
Bleed money, money, money yo money so critical
Bleed money, money, money yo Imma need a physical
Imma
It's Rich Homie nigga
You know the voice nigga
Turn yo speakers up man ya feel me
I need all my sexy bitches
To get that mothafuckin money!
(Dat
got to get it, got to run my money up [3X]
Uh! I'm going on a Trap-A-Thon
Gucci Mane like Gotti I'm the Dapper Don
Uh! Hundred G's in my Gucci bag
Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
'Cause
Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
'Cause
pocket
Sending shots like John gotti
Getting money got to drop bodies
Now it’s push start and wide body
And I like the she move it
Dam she twerk in it for
that I wasn't fuckin with you actors
Full-time boss you a part time C.E.O. from never never land
Peter Pan you's a middle man yea
Yo Gotti got the money
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
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make
like the love coming from the blocky
I don't feel nobody
I don't feel nobody
I'm like who are you
I don't know yo like Gotti
I don't feel nobody
I do
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lil' bitch tryna drive me crazy
My money not always on me
She looks at me and then she looks away
That girl is my money queen because she gets the cake
Be my Nicki, I'm your Gotti, let's go get some rakes
Fuck
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