Lyrics:
on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest one
I got so much money I think I should pay for all this
They ain't down to spend how much they say cause
spend it, Prada and Dior me
Spend it all on me
(Spend it baby spend it)
Shopping spree, Chanel please- I need some more Louie
Yo, Don't act like that if I
spend it on you
Yeah
Why would I stop
Tell me why would I stop
Cus I be chasing the big bag
So tell me why would I stop
Yeah
Why would I stop
Tell me why
enough)
Is the money really calling me? (Calling me)
Is it you I'll spend it with? (Spend it with)
I love it when you act like you controlling me
'Cus baby
in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it
[verse 1]
First of all yo gotti represent every thug
Went to school graduated operated with drugs
Had knowledge went to college fucking bitches
then switch 'em out (yeah)
I got opps I don't know about (I don't know about)
Stand on business, we don't talk about it (shh)
10 got ten bad bitches
Lbi
Yo Gotti Got Guns We Aint Seen Before
Ar 15's Red Beams And Scopes
Ya Moms House Got Sprayed
And Ya Mans Got Hit
You Was All On A Dinner Date
fed up, Im fed up (yeah)
All this fuck shit got me fed up, Niggas hatin cus I got my bread Up
I just shake a nigga wit my head Up, I think you know by
to start shit bitch you better get ta running
Cus we trying to mind our biz why you out here starting something
It's about to be a Girl fight
They don't get
prolly why I'm heartless
Momma told me be a man, finish what you started
Scared to sleep, cus the news that I got one morning
It was a morning full
strays with niggas names on it
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughing blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough
Pulled up fish tank
Just a bit late
Hit by mistake
I'm the trap savior
I'm a trap savior
Gotti a trap savior
Give me that price I raise it up
Thats yo
Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him
Now thinks it's a setup, could it be or maybe not
She said dont sweat it he dont got the top lock
(Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
Soon, as I land
the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap
[Black Child]
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' bitches backs out
I feel
and Clyde with ya
Baby you know ima ride with ya
Hope a nigga really fine by ya
Cus ill mother fucking die by ya
Look
If you aint got it
Then I got it
Girl
Nigga
If you need it come get it we got
Lately I been counting rolls
That Got a Young nigga
Feelin like I'm John gotti
You can't ride when we hit the road
to quit like Rule
So go head and try it, see it just don't match
And ya man hate me, 'cause why'all just don't match
Got my gun on me, and I could walk
[Chorus]
Yeah, long money til I flatline
We tryin to spend some cash, hit me on my batline
I swear rappin 'bout my last grind
Got me on a money
afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things
Or do we not
Cus if it's real then keep it hot
Do we fit
Or do we not
Cus if it's real then keep it hot
And she think that I'm innocent cus I got her
gotta be kidding
You sellin rear rock shit, not glisten
The peeps got Yep not Pipmen
Me, Myself, Gotti & Pop was on my hit man
[Gotti]
Yeah, and I'm
you way different
We by ourself, nobody else, not even the gang with me
For you, I'd cross over the sea, you who I wanna be
Every time we freak, we
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