[Intro: Yo Gotti] Hey Gotti What's happening? You ever heard that story, about when the real niggas came in last place? Nah, nah, nah, I don't believe that Hahaha, shit me neither Ha
[Verse 1] Shout out to grippin' jewels (Grippin' jewels) Cocaine records (Cocaine records) I'll die for them three letters, make these streets respect us (Go ask 'em) I did deals that didn't benefit me Why would I do such a thing? So my niggas could eat (One hundred) My nigga on that dog food (Food), stole a 100K (crossed me) It was a million in their safe, why the fuck you play? (Pussy) If you gon' take it, take it all, nigga, nigga 'Cause when I see you, I want it all, nigga, nigga Baby momma up and left (Why?) She left me scarred (It hurt me) But I can't blame her, all the shit I done (Why?), I know it's hard (Yeah) To love a nigga like me (Me), I'm too deep in these streets (I am) Dedicated to hustlers whom dedicated to me (I am) Six hundred for a Richard Mille, and i was sellin' bricks I'm rockin' niggas record deals, on my wrist Twenty mill' for an advance check (Twenty what?) I fuck around declined it (I don't give a fuck)
[Interlude] First we want the money but now we gotta own the masters How you live in a mansion but you don't own the land? I'm on some other shit, uh
[Verse 2] I gave these niggas the game, I guess they didn't listen, so fuck 'em I told 'em big homie rules, didn't pay attention, these niggas some suckers, uh They flex on the 'Gram, they show they lil' racks but they live with their momma, uh Gun emoji sign, we just smoke you, don't want no drama, uh Let me clear up the air No beefs with no rappers at all My focus is building my niggas up, gettin' 'em some money and freein' my dawgs, uh When it come to these broads, I'm different I buy her Chanel not Tiffany I fuck around, send her like ten thousand flowers to her job 'cause I know that she miss me And she know my history I know her potential The realer you is, the fire that head, good God almost sent you, uh But back to the issues at hand Don't wanna play on your dawg Don't sacrifice your lil' mans You got to build the team Gettin' a hundred racks was a dream Get a million, didn't even seem Like it was possible to achieve Now I'm playin' with her fore, ridin' in a 'Rari, strapped with a 40 That was 400K, yeah, a nigga ballin', I ain't just talkin' Fuck a bitch good, then the hoe stalk, can't get her off me Had a good month, tricked on a bitch, but I don't do it often Yeah (Yeah) Big Gotti, I'm cocky 'Cause I know everybody got their money right Yeah, the team solid (Yeah)
[Outro] CMG All I ever did was show niggas how to get money How to do it on their own How to put their niggas on The definition of a hustler Treat my partners like brothers Been understood business, had a joint venture with the plug Never joined the gang, still a thug Never did nothin' to kids or women, it's off limits In the streets I'm official If I ain't with you, I'm against youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
