Lyrics:
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
on yo ho mane
I hate lame niggas, so this a hate crime
Rich nigga shit I'm throwin' up them bank signs
Gotta Glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought
rather have my health man I can’t lie; cause money ain’t shit when it’s yo time to die.
Money just a tool, better learn the rules; debt have you working
rather have my health man I can’t lie; cause money ain’t ____ when it’s yo time to die.
Money just a tool, better learn the rules; debt have you working
know what he be thinkin'
Millions on my mind, if we ain't gettin' money, why we linkin'?
I don't get high to just be high, if we ain't celebratin', why
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
bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th
(Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
I'd like to welcome all my niggas
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout
intentions already taking yo place
Keep my head up and stand tall
If I stumble, then I'll fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
I'm
what it's costin
Time ain't money 'cause I take my money
And I take my time when I take my money
I'm always careful when I make my money
I know about
Gotti you know we got you nigga
Palm City
Milkwaukee Buck'ing Gang
Yo it's that boy they call Young'n
And you know I rep that gang
Them ink
up
Yo bae I tossed up
Don't know who caught her huh
Cause she need them bills paid I need them plays
Bitch went through my phone and she still stayed
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
what I'm trying to say you can tell the President
My hoe know numbers Gotti on tip she relevant
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mr. Tell It tell the truth, is 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 navigate
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
Look at my fucking dead presidents
Sending me decoys with marked
Money frontin' yo
What you need G? Nah, I ain't got nuttin'
"I say no to drugs"
Is what
So I hit up the hood, wit one hand on the heater
The other in the air, Dogg Pound gangsta's yo, we don't care
I gots to watch myself, especially my
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 the waist
(Feeling)
To the top for the millions
Ain't gonna stop when i get it (Get it)
Money on mind like my favorite song
On the grind, all day long
On the line when
money on Twitch
Bitch I'm a john like gotti no wick
Pull up on your block with the
Living my life in purple and blue
Reach for my chain
Get yo ass in
the trouble run
Trouble is coming for you though
By any means ima slide
Running through my mind like it's do or die
Gimme peace through the night
You ain't
a snapback and girls wanna see 'em
Man you should see my Snapchat when it's late in the PM
Ay Yo Gotti, it go down in way more than the DM
And it probably
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