Lyrics:
money over bitches
My shit's phenomenal, droppin' like domino
Comin' with the real yo and
Fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the
Freaks in short
aint what we on
King of my city like Leon
Driving the boat like Elon
I be smoking on gas on freon
Like I got Yo Gotti with me
CMG and OMG
I knew that
Watch me
Jigga-man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon
You gotta, pop that
Watch me!
Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom
Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom
Compton!
Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo,
C'mon!
You gotta, pop that
and set his mans up
Yeah, yeah I’m feeling like John Gotti
Yeah I’m feeling like John Gotti
I’m whipping out the Audi
She giving me Yo Gotti (hey)
I’m
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
a prayer, I swear
[Chorus:]
You know...I give love to all my niggaz
Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga
I nigga Prim, we with you niggaz
yo ass cuz you think you did something
I aint fucked up bout no nigga
Niggas coming by the dozen
I be with da shit, my paper is thick, like niggas kill
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
dog
That'll get yo ass shot
Why you lookin like that?
That'll get yo ass shot, stop lookin' at my dog
Yeah! This ya boy Yo Gotti!
Why you lookin'
[Shortie:]
Ooo Baby
that's My Jam
There Goes Gotti Right There
Hey Gotti
I G
I G
[Irv Gotti:]
Shortie What Up, What Up. what's Poppin? Ma
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
love to all my niggas
Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga
I nigga Prim, we with you niggas
Been with a nigga, roll with a nigga
My whole
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
with team
Cuz I'm wylin' stylin'
Pull up on yo baby mama
Splashing onna island
Bitch I'm popping gottis
Yo gotti
Bitch I'm getting money like Yo Gotti
I
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
ho, ridin' through slow
Blaze through third and first and do what ya do
I done, done I done, done
Pull up and wrap the shotgun
They know me Gotti
ho, ridin' through slow
Blaze through third and first and do what ya do
I done, done I done, done
Pull up and wrap the shotgun
They know me Gotti
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
last supper
If we ain’t struggle together I can’t call you my brudda
No we ain’t blood but yo mama like my other mother
Fam First ain’t no switchin up we
tray (Obama)
Smoking gotti like it’s back to my past name (John gotti)
Star gotti take me back to my pass ways (Star g)
When I was rappin ta see what my
to zip up
You're in a bag bodied
Bodied
You've been a bad Gotti
Gotti
If I release the freestyles
You dissed half of Marion by name
Sad Gotti
You've been
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got them choppas you understand
Fuckin' around with us we burn ya block up you understand
Fuck what cha' heard got them
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