Lyrics:
weapon, paper bought wit P
When I get that thing, everybody look down and round and round
Got the M-1 spittin' fire, bring yo' set to the ground
Got
would think I worked at Publix how I bag a nigga
Don’t know about me lil' buddy you better ask a nigga
Get ya information
Lil Haitian Gotti they won’t
like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serve it to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean
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
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
as everything seems
Keep hustling
We gon' get it by any means
How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Making it hard for us
get to me
How you make it to the gates and forget the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that
the key?
I'm the one God chose so you blessed through me
Gotti Floyd getchu higher than that ecstasy
Hey yo I come through stunnin',
Plus I'm gettin'
Steeze flyin' off the roof
VIP with hundred dollar bills
Flyin' off the roof
So I got behind her, to see if I fit there
Yo go tell Gotti there's a
Five
Eye position get melted by hot shit, he felt it
tryna hear it (That's what they want)
If yeen tryna kick no doors then they ain't even tryna get curious (They want it all)
And yeen really live yo life
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
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
Gotti, bruh you could do better
Fuck it 'cause I’m on my way to the cheddar
Fuck a nigga I don’t need nobody
I’m obligated to eat by myself, when I was
Money get longer fühl mich wie Lil Uzi
Meine Babymama Bad and Bougee
Du machst den Milly Rock
Ich mach nur Money Moves
Rock Dior Runnerz, du den
The adventures of Miss Money Jane
Everybody's oldest girlfriend
Don't let that chick get inside your head
And play games with your mind (check it
crumbs and croutans
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain't no harmin' me,
fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutons
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers
Bitch niggas get swallowed by
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
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
in the ville how I go by it
I was stuck in a rut, I was nobody
I been looking for something to go body
There's an art to the hustle like Yo Gotti
Kick
we gettin' it, we gettin'
I fuck with Yo Gotti and Dolph
So this shit ain't my business, my business
You need a pack and the
Money good, I'ma send it,
like Stockton, Malone, Gotti, Capone
Niggas dressed like they copyin' hoes, papi, come on
Stop it, you know you not with the smoke, I get you loafed
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