Lyrics:
the streets smokin' crack
What you give life is what it gives you back
Cause money in the ghetto ain't nothin' new
But when you get the money gotta know what
nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
I got a bad bitch from Vogue
Told her strike a pose
Step
and classy
Why yo chasing broads
Never petty never nervous
Get the money make em jealous
Get it just get it
Do whatever say whatever
Paranormal metaphors
motion in ocean I feel like john gotti
Woah I'm chasing this money a passion a hobby
I fuck yo bitch in my crocs boy you looking like scotty
Hold up I beat
Quiero que me muevas ese booty
Tu vato le apuntó con una forty
Esto parece un vídeo de Yo gotti
Si supiera que no manejo un bugatti
Ella me lo
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
dey
Any where the money dey I go dey
Juli A for the gyal dem
Red buffy got the music
Yo
Don't ever
Set up pon
(Buffalo)
If we walk in game five
We
Brrr! Get that money watch it fall to the ground
Get that money, can you count it by the pound
Get that money watch it fall to the ground, get that
cause know I don't want to hear yo album
I don't want to hear it, hear it, just a bunch of links
I wonder what happened to Late Night Money Making
I
I chill at home I pass on clubs
Trying to get this money right my dollar bills not looking right
It's just enough to make it by but damn I'm trying
around frontin like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want?
I had coke for too long, I supply that boat
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
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,
Yea
You know that the money coming
Neefers aye
Money come in by the stack
Money come in spend it all get back
Money come in I don't know how to act
hatnen man (Rd, Sig, Driz, Breeze what’s hatnen man, Zoe Gotti what’s hatnen)
This that SPA SPS type sh*t (Fro what’s hatnen, yo Tommy Boy)
Apples
pockets
Got me dead man walking
Catch me in the club nigga, ain't no talking
I'm swagging with no rhythm
But I'm money walking chaz Gotti
I'ma finish what
Bankhead
Been around the world, touched
Every hood, nigga, i ain't scared
I'm on a vest, ain't tryna die
You know the semi
I'm Yo Gotti, rich nigga walkin',
funny
By any means necessary I must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
In this world
strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to hide from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot a jake
strong (yeah)
Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(where)
Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot
deal wit me (wit me)
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Don't get this shit confused (fused) we was neva
streets of a-fucking-merica. and
Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the
Dope game, with liberty and money for all. gangstas that
to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti
Step on the block, they wanna be like me
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me
Step
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(This Ya Boy Yo Gotti)
Since 50 Dropped Wanksta Erbody A Gangsta(Gangsta)
Yeah, You Put On Ya Gangsta Image
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
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