Lyrics:
Never mind a hater, hater on my mind, never
Stop flexin' nigga you was hot in '97
Money make the rules, bad bitches get to choosin'
Talkin' bout that
I need some time to ease my mind.
I need some time to ease my mind.
I need some time to ease my mind.
I need some time to ease my mind
and keeping finances straight
Maybe I'm not the one to date
Miss who I was, he not the same
I watched you play with my intelligence
Never judge a book by its
Closest ones to me want to see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods
My son's mother don't know when or where to start
All
The same hoes
The same hoes
Me and Justin Bieber fuck the same hoes
Me and Snoop Dogg, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Yo Gotti fuck the same hoes
The same
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Dope money Gloc 40, make my pance
money stackin this cheese
All in my business mind yo business
I ain't cheap bra i ain't trickin
Where they do that at
Juicy J got brand new jag
Like
2nd Verse: [Fiend & Lil' Gotti Gambino]
[Fiend]
All my rivals remember me, Fiend
The one that call the shottie
Blastin' the mafi, there them
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts
Guess im just like Yo Gotti, 'cuz im just tryna rake up
Countin' cash till the sunset, countin' cash when i wake up
Stackin' money on the dresser, see
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
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
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
heaven
[Chorus x2: DJ Rogers & Puff]
What young thugs do for money
What young thugs do for money
[La the Darkman]
Yo, niggaz
Armani Im bumping Yo Gotti
I'm awesome my time is bossing check the Proxy
I need my money coming steady pacing repetition
No time for reminiscing got my
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
cannot endorse you
Of course thats my opinion
The mind of Benton
Not 1 yo minions
GOD give me comprehension
And confirmation
On 1 condition non-related
Told em' imma shine
Told em' imma shine...
Yea... Yea...
Money on my mind
Money on my mind...
Yea... Yea...
Oh Lawd!!!!!
Ain't no wasting time
bwoi dis'
thousand
In fives tens and twenties
It fucked up my mind (whoa)
I had to get me some money (money)
All of my niggas a hunnid (hunnid)
This a sky dweller
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
thug looks
Get yo mug cooked and plus your thug took
You overlooked the fact that shit was real
Now I got to take that ass to school for real
My clique
mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be running around with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't fronting no fuck niggas
Big stepper,
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