[Intro: Yo Gotti] 808 Mafia Just touched down at Coachella Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip? Ayy, let that beat ride Ayy, I'm big Gotti to you niggas, too Can I keep it all the way G? Put some respect on that
[Chorus: Yo Gotti] I just touched down at Coachella Half a brick of raw, hunnid a gram, none lesser Let's get these suburban kids on they level Better yet, these artists, whatever My backyard like a resort Just beat another day in court Palm trees in the skyline Four Rolls-Royces and they all mine
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti] I may paint them bitches Nipsey blue (Whoop, whoop, whoop) All my niggas trained, no talk, just shoot And all my bitches trained to pull bitches And if you snitchin', nigga, keep your distance (Woo) My bedroom look like the St. Regis Freedom in America, I pledge allegiance (On God) My closet lookin' like it's Saks Fifth (Ftt) I may buy your girlfriend a gift Double C's got my closet like it's Crip walkin' I'll silence these niggas if they keep talkin' My bitch look down like I'm a pimp, you speak, she keep walkin' Still in touch with my plug, sometimes we speak often (Hello?) 'Cause I cherish my relationships ('Migos) Every month I'm at the dealership (I am) Who need a runner when you get it shipped? Safe landing, pilot get a tip
[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Rick Ross] Backyard like a resort (Huh) Just another day in court (Huh) Palm trees in the skyline (Skyline) Four Rolls-Royces and they all mine
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Might put X-X-X on all my tags (Extension) Tell Virgil I want all the bags Louis duffel and it's see through (See through) A couple million and a Drak', too (Brr) My Rolls truck white-white (White) I was sellin' niggas off-white late night (Nights) Junkie put her in a shooter (Pew), take flight (Gone) Black and white jet, Puma, out of state flight (Yeah) I just sold out the arena My mama proud, you shoulda seen her All smiles when she see her son (Her son) I'm a gangster, look what I've become I'm at Prive havin' lunch Conference call with Roc Nation, 30 million in a month (Woo) You niggas 4th and 30, that's a punt (Punt) Five hundred on a watch, that ain't a stunt (Stunt)
[Chorus: Yo Gotti] My backyard like a resort Just beat another day in court Palm trees in the skyline Four Rolls-Royces and they all mine (Maybach Music)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] Phantoms in the parkin' lot, look at it, made man Just left the jewelry store, don't I look amazin'? Every where I go I got them things with me Wanna see my niggas on, it's still the same with me Do it for the loyalty, not just a chain from me All through my niggas cribs, it's picture frames of me Shots from assault rifles when my name come in A hunnid for the walk-through is when the planes come in Five number ones, I think I broke Def Jam (Def Jam) I had them people at that table like a meth lab (Meth lab) Street dreams (Street dreams), street kings (Street kings) RIP to Nipsey on his C thing (Uh) Three rings (Uh), D. Wade (Huh) Two words from mama, "Be safe" I got your back, I pray you got mine Biggest Crip to walk the USA to top five Headlines (Pop), shots fired (Pop) Arch rival in the dark, threw out my archive Franchise fat boy (Woo) Never been to Coachella, but still a landlord (Maybach Music)
[Outro: Rick Ross & Yo Gotti] Still countin' money and killin' pussy niggas, ain't nothin' changed (Never) Rest in peace, nigga (Huh) On God, fttTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
