Lyrics:
running from yo' dividends
Ion need to pop some tags to feel so relevant
I'm in my own world, i'm propelling in
For some money she gon' twirl all benjamin
She looks at me and then she looks away
That girl is my money queen because she gets the cake
Be my Nicki, I'm your Gotti, let's go get some rakes
Fuck
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'
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
Yea
Un huh
You already know
If you ain't getting no money
Then get the fuck up out the building
Fuckkkkkkkkkkk
I'm bought money, my money coming
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
quit begging
And get off yo mama couch?
Way too much money to still be
Living at yo mama house
How 'bout you stop flexing?
Knowing your bills due
Stop
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
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
peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is
Hello
Yo wha gwan
Is um TeaFannie there by chance
TeaFannie ya man she deyah
What
She deyah man she deyah she right there so what you want
Ok I don't
for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama (Ey)
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer (Woo)
Yo
like I'm Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin' up,
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide
Intro
SHUT UP!
(hmmm)
Forever Music,
(ahh haaa, ahh haaa)
yo Welda,
Gazaman,
(Choppa nuffi loud, money affi nuff)
(Choppa nuffi loud, money affi
latest could come by
I'm 'bout the money
(I'm 'bout the money) , yeah, ayy
I'm 'bout the money
(Gotta get money) , yeah, ayy
Cup of that muddy
(Cup
Was a good kid but me get bad by 16 just 17 we alrwad running from police tucking gun in a jeans
Hope nobody sees
Money and weed
Yh
Money and weed
Yo
money make nigga envy
Who is with me
I don't really know nobody
Got tattoos on my body
I got diamonds on this gotti
I told you that i got it
Up that pole
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
(Quit this)
Crazy scene
[Asher]
Okay
Yeah, I'll play yo game
I'm in
I'll dance, I'll
blam shit
Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)
Get money (get money), get money, Ghost (get money)
Yo, we been bagging since 18,
Woooh, haha
Cash rules everything around me
Naira Naira bill tho
I go by the name coldman baby
Love of money is said to be the root of all evil
When
Plz stop Frank you get off
Ah
애인이 54 horse
그때까지 whippin all
Ay hands up ouuu
이쁜 여자 다 데려와
쌔끈한 비키니 안에다 equip
Gotti put a date on
Pull up on yo block
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