Lyrics:
Most important thing in business
Is honesty integrity
Hard work and family
Never forgetting
Where we came from
Ima spend it all baby
Cus i brong it
can't see me
3m the gang
We make it look easy
Matter fact nah these niggas be average
I get the green I'm eating up cabbage
I got the birds in the attic
got it 'cause I spend
You know I'm a rider 'cause I spin
She know she a baddy by them jaws
She gon' make it clap like it's applause
Her legs got a gap
Spend it
Spend it
Spend it
Damn Smo
Yo Reid Waters
Wah we do?
Spend it and make it back
Spend it and make it back
Spend it Spend it
Spend it Spend it
on a late night, oh
We vibin' on a late night oh
These days we don't talk much, it's sad cus I don't got me any options
I ain't talk to no one in a long
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
Since BIG, my nigga, I got faith
Me kissing Louch, my nigga, that's living proof
If you never saw poison look at us in the booth
When it comes
Yeah
I keep asking what's yo problem why you couldn't tell truth
Why you lying to my face cus in ya eyes I see the proof
Promised you would keep it
low cus you know you in trouble
Fall back or fall in it nigga 516
And if niggas want smoke I'm a light yo spliff
Better hide yo bitch
If she find me
by the fools
Throwin up my squad, holdin up high for the crew
You know how we do...
Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money
the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti
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
Big V12 nigga, four-five shells nigga
We got the heat on us
And you bitch made niggas gon squeeze on us
You better ask somebody, I'm Gotti Gotti
Get my
won't spend 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
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we
shit
Split yo legs and feel it every way
Cus we do this everyday
Big ol' booty bitch
Titties fresh as shit
Split yo legs and get it every every every
Orchestrate the blitz
When we was kids, I thought that corner'll make me rich
It's forfeit 'til I'm torched 'cause that mean more to me than this bitch
Give
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
And straight P-funk anytime
It's only right you peeped the rhyme, I got to take mine
Check yo ass with the shit that stank
Cus 2-Tone came to the game, aint
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
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said
[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
it
What the f***?
There ain't nothin'
Else to be said
[Gotti]
Yo, I got a empire with niggas
With thug in they blood
I admire them niggas
My
gettin' me anxious
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on
(Exodus)
I mean
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