Yo Gotti [Rap]

Ftet - Gucci Mane, Trina, & Nicki Minaj

Cheaaa
Ay you kno I'm lookin 4 a 5 star bitch talkin bout
(Bur)
I'm talkin AboUt A Bitch lookin like she jus stepped out a magazine
I'm talkin niggaz I'm gon be somethin serious

(Gucci Mane)
Gotti here go twelve bars
Gucci mane got 9 cars
We dnt call em dimes no more
09' we call em 5 stars
I'm a 5 star nigga, dis a 5 star clique
Dats a 645, dis dat new m6
Pay ha bills get ha hair fixed
Might even pay ha rent
And da way she give it to me
Best money I eva spent
I can't even lie (why)
I'm so supa high (high)
Do not need her, will not keep her
Unless she supaFly
Gucci manes a thug b,
Ya man is a scrub see
She loves me now,
She loves you not
Yea all me bitches love me
And if you in atlanta
Look up gucci gurl and beep me
And we cand find a 5 star hotel
You can meet me

(Chorus)
Dats a 5 star chick (3x)
Man dats a 5 star chick, if yo credit score high
Feet and nails stay fly, keep ya juice box wet
Nd ya head sum'n fine
You a five star chick (4x)
I want a five star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I want a five star chick

(Yo Gotti)
It's ya boy yo gotti,
I do grade A shit
I'm da realist nigga walkin
And dis da remix,
And still I'm out here lookin
4 a 5 star chick
When I catch ha,
Ima bless ha
Wit a 5 star kiss
She a natural born hustla
She aint chasin no suckas
On a mission for a real nigga
She aint neva fucked a busta
So ya cars nd ya jewlery
Dat she really dnt exCite
And all dem hatin ass hoes
In da club wanna fiGht ha
She was born in da 'A',
Went to school in DC
Gotta job in Dallas Texas,
Then moved to tennessee
If you aint a 5 star,
Need to go ahead and face it
Fake gucci fake louie,
Shawty dat'll make you basic

(Chorus)
Dat aint a 5 star chick
It aint a 5 star chick (3x)

(Trina)
See I'm a 5 star bitch
Cause I aint dat otha bitch
She been stugglin for hers
From da womb I been rich
I aint gotta talk about da money
And da shoe game
All you gotta do is Google trina
See da proof name?
Cause aint nun of dese hoes,
Doin shows in the recession
Dey cards get declined,
Now dey sufferin a depression
While I'm spendin mills
Signin all kinda deals
I'm a 5 star bitch,
Eating 5 star meals
My whole life style
Like comin to America
All my Louie luggage
You see my bag?
How I carry her
Walkin through the airport
Like I'm in a parade on my hologram
Loggin on to e-Trade

(Chorus)
Dats a 5 star chick (4x)
If yo credit score high, feet and nails stay fly
Keep ya juice box wet, nd ya head sum'n fine
You a five star chick (4x)
I want a five star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I want a five star chick

(Nicki Minaj)
I just had a epiphany,
I need to go to Tiffany's
Fendi on my slippers,
And my cookies always slippery
I don't need help,
I pay da bills on time
So I be yellin 'fuck em'
With a dildo sign
Five little mama, you a Three star
I aint sleepin when
I say I'm in my dream car
Oh did I stutta?
Harajuku hyphen,
BarBie... I'm hot
I think it's time to put the rice in
I was in the chair,
I was gluing my weave in
When you hit the stage
They was booin and leavin
Young money red flag,
No more auditions
Ask Lil Wayne who da 5 star bitch is!

(Chorus)
Dats a 5 star chick (3x)
Now dats a 5 star chick

20120112(2)
slayers98







The One That Got Away (7th Heaven Club Mix)

Katy Perry







The One That Got Away (Mixin Marc & Tony Svejda Peak Hour Club Mix)

Katy Perry







The One That Got Away (R3hab Club Mix)

Katy Perry






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{Verse 1}
She was light, bright, damn near white
Wit dem, chinese eyes, and big girl thighs
And it was, so many rumors, and so many lies
About my, so many girls, and so many wives
That it, broke up my home, she left me alone
And i was tryin to explain to her on the phone
But im like what was the use of tellin the truth
Plus i was, trained at a youth to do what i do
So i just tell her some lies to make her feel good
Like, one day im movin you out the hood
It went from kisses and hugs to pushes and shoves but dat was all a part of F**kin wit thugs

{chorus 2x}
If you was down you would steel fo' a nigga, stay by my side even kill fo' a nigga, if you f**k wit a nigga fo'real then it aint nothing to keepin it trill

{Verse 2}
She just, wanted to smile and wanted a child
But i was ruining her dreams by livin too wild
She said i need to calm down and act like a man
And my response was like what the f**k is u sayin
Cuz i was, so caught up into movin it white, and i was gone 24/7 a night
And i didnt give a f**k if i was wrong or was right
Cuz i was a d-boi livin a d-boi's life
And she was a school girl slash d-boi's wife
And it was in wit the wrong and out wit the right
Cuz she was trafficin' and manufacturin drugs
But that was all apart of f**kin wit thugs

{chorus 2x}
If you was down you would steel fo' a nigga, stay by my side even kill fo' a nigga, if you f**k wit a nigga fo'real then it aint nothing to keepin it trill

{Verse 3}
We was tighter then fam, cooler than friends
We thought it would last 4ever and never would end
And we'd get mad at each other and try to pretend
Like we was callin it quits, wasnt speakin again
We went our seperate ways fo a couple of days
You know the seperate phase fo' hell of some days
But uh i regret ever doin her friend
But it was the need of the moment and u know us men
We just think wit out actin my man was back trackin but still i say what i mean and mean what i say cuz im real so play ya position and show us some love cuz that was all a part of f**kin wit thugs

{chorus 2x}
If you was down you would steel fo' a nigga, stay by my side even kill fo' a nigga, if you f**k wit a nigga fo'real then it aint nothing to keepin it trill

{Verse 1}
She was light, bright, damn near white
Wit dem, chinese eyes, and big girl thighs
And it was, so many rumors, and so many lies
About my, so many girls, and so many wives
That it, broke up my home, she left me alone
And i was tryin to explain to her on the phone
But im like what was the use of tellin the truth
Plus i was, trained at a youth to do what i do
So i just tell her some lies to make her feel good
Like, one day im movin you out the hood
It went from kisses and hugs to pushes and shoves but dat was all a part of F**kin wit thugs

{chorus 2x}
If you was down you would steel fo' a nigga, stay by my side even kill fo' a nigga, if you f**k wit a nigga fo'real then it aint nothing to keepin it trill

{Verse 2}
She just, wanted to smile and wanted a child
But i was ruining her dreams by livin too wild
She said i need to calm down and act like a man
And my response was like what the f**k is u sayin
Cuz i was, so caught up into movin it white, and i was gone 24/7 a night
And i didnt give a f**k if i was wrong or was right
Cuz i was a d-boi livin a d-boi's life
And she was a school girl slash d-boi's wife
And it was in wit the wrong and out wit the right
Cuz she was trafficin' and manufacturin drugs
But that was all apart of f**kin wit thugs

{chorus 2x}
If you was down you would steel fo' a nigga, stay by my side even kill fo' a nigga, if you f**k wit a nigga fo'real then it aint nothing to keepin it trill

{Verse 3}
We was tighter then fam, cooler than friends
We thought it would last 4ever and never would end
And we'd get mad at each other and try to pretend
Like we was callin it quits, wasnt speakin again
We went our seperate ways fo a couple of days
You know the seperate phase fo' hell of some days
But uh i regret ever doin her friend
But it was the need of the moment and u know us men
We just think wit out actin my man was back trackin but still i say what i mean and mean what i say cuz im real so play ya position and show us some love cuz that was all a part of f**kin wit thugs

{chorus 2x}
If you was down you would steel fo' a nigga, stay by my side even kill fo' a nigga, if you f**k wit a nigga fo'real then it aint nothing to keepin it trill

20120112(2)
slayers98







The One That Got Away (7th Heaven Club Mix)

Katy Perry







The One That Got Away (Mixin Marc & Tony Svejda Peak Hour Club Mix)

Katy Perry







The One That Got Away (R3hab Club Mix)

Katy Perry






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[Yo Gotti:]
Hustlas And Gangstas Dont You Pout Block Burna's Keep The Work In The Drought Keep You A Big Gun To Hold You Down And Deal With A Nigga If He Snitch You Out

[Chours: x2]
Its A Cold Game (Cold Game),Niggas Change (Niggas Change) Get Popped Get Popped Give Names(Give Names),Cut Deals (Cut Deals)Be For Real(Be For Real)Still Gon Do Time Why You Runnin Yo Lip

[Verse 1:]
Lil Daddy Let Me Stop You In Yo Motha Fuckin Tracks Whoppin And Hollin Loud Foul Talkin Bout Some Crack Clown Ass Nigga Tryin To Have Me Down Bad In A Cell Talkin Bout Some Shit I Use To Have But I Tryin To Go That Rout Just Cause It A Drisout And I Can Charge You A Lil Mo Cause Yo Homeboy Just Ran Perfect Setup For Me To Get My Ass Batted First Time Buyer Was Wired When He Came At It Greety Niggas Dont Last Think Fast And You'll Lose Study Yo Grind Take Yo Time Move Smooth Keep You A 9 Cause Niggas Just Might Pull A Move Dont Fuck With That Hard Cause That'll Bat That Ass To Personally Dawg This Shit Right Here From Me To You You Find It Ready 9 Out Of 10 Its Thats ? That Bull Shit You Know What I Mean Now Nigga Thats Water Wippin Microwave ? In Da Kitchen

[Chours x2]

[Verse 2:]
I Ain't Gon Say No Names But I'm Tell You Bout This Insident Undercover Informent Tryin To Play Innocent Hot Box Nigga You Know Powin All Kinda Shit Crack,Pills,Powder,And Guns All Kinda Shit 15 To 25 Years What He Was Facin Did Bout A Month In A Half Out On Probation Got A Lac Ext 22 Datons Say He Had Them Thangs Fo The Low And Niggas Was Hatin Knew Somethin Wasn't Right Bout This Nigga I Was Just Waitin Game Gon Reconize Game This Nigga Fakin My Homie Want A Shot With This Nigga Told'em You Crazy In ??????? Hene Get You Started In Da Game Out Here Free Lancin Takin Chances Shoppin With Everybody And They Mammy But He Didnt Listen Do Now He In Mason I Knew Somethin Wasn't Right Bout That Nigga I Was Just Waitin

[Chours]

[Verse 3:]
My Nigga Went To The Feds Bout Some Shit A Nigga Said Criminals Catchin Criminals Main Thats How They Play It Inditement Time When Them Folks Come To Yo Do Is Yo Go Nut Up Like A Ho Tell On Yo Folk Give'em A Blueprint On Every Nigga In Yo Click All Dem Ride-Or-Die Niggas Who Helped You Pay Yo Rent If So Then You A Bitch A Disgrace To The Game Snitch,Rat,Tatel Tell All Thats The Same Bang Nigga Need To Put A Hole On His Brain Let Cha Start Leakin Blood To Soka Up You Niggas Name Main Guess Thats Why I Bought A Pad And A Pen Caus E Fuckin With You Niggas In Da Streets I Won't Win

[Chours: Till Song Fades Out]

[Yo Gotti:]
Hustlas And Gangstas Dont You Pout Block Burna's Keep The Work In The Drought Keep You A Big Gun To Hold You Down And Deal With A Nigga If He Snitch You Out

[Chours: x2]
Its A Cold Game (Cold Game),Niggas Change (Niggas Change) Get Popped Get Popped Give Names(Give Names),Cut Deals (Cut Deals)Be For Real(Be For Real)Still Gon Do Time Why You Runnin Yo Lip

[Verse 1:]
Lil Daddy Let Me Stop You In Yo Motha Fuckin Tracks Whoppin And Hollin Loud Foul Talkin Bout Some Crack Clown Ass Nigga Tryin To Have Me Down Bad In A Cell Talkin Bout Some Shit I Use To Have But I Tryin To Go That Rout Just Cause It A Drisout And I Can Charge You A Lil Mo Cause Yo Homeboy Just Ran Perfect Setup For Me To Get My Ass Batted First Time Buyer Was Wired When He Came At It Greety Niggas Dont Last Think Fast And You'll Lose Study Yo Grind Take Yo Time Move Smooth Keep You A 9 Cause Niggas Just Might Pull A Move Dont Fuck With That Hard Cause That'll Bat That Ass To Personally Dawg This Shit Right Here From Me To You You Find It Ready 9 Out Of 10 Its Thats ? That Bull Shit You Know What I Mean Now Nigga Thats Water Wippin Microwave ? In Da Kitchen

[Chours x2]

[Verse 2:]
I Ain't Gon Say No Names But I'm Tell You Bout This Insident Undercover Informent Tryin To Play Innocent Hot Box Nigga You Know Powin All Kinda Shit Crack,Pills,Powder,And Guns All Kinda Shit 15 To 25 Years What He Was Facin Did Bout A Month In A Half Out On Probation Got A Lac Ext 22 Datons Say He Had Them Thangs Fo The Low And Niggas Was Hatin Knew Somethin Wasn't Right Bout This Nigga I Was Just Waitin Game Gon Reconize Game This Nigga Fakin My Homie Want A Shot With This Nigga Told'em You Crazy In ??????? Hene Get You Started In Da Game Out Here Free Lancin Takin Chances Shoppin With Everybody And They Mammy But He Didnt Listen Do Now He In Mason I Knew Somethin Wasn't Right Bout That Nigga I Was Just Waitin

[Chours]

[Verse 3:]
My Nigga Went To The Feds Bout Some Shit A Nigga Said Criminals Catchin Criminals Main Thats How They Play It Inditement Time When Them Folks Come To Yo Do Is Yo Go Nut Up Like A Ho Tell On Yo Folk Give'em A Blueprint On Every Nigga In Yo Click All Dem Ride-Or-Die Niggas Who Helped You Pay Yo Rent If So Then You A Bitch A Disgrace To The Game Snitch,Rat,Tatel Tell All Thats The Same Bang Nigga Need To Put A Hole On His Brain Let Cha Start Leakin Blood To Soka Up You Niggas Name Main Guess Thats Why I Bought A Pad And A Pen Caus E Fuckin With You Niggas In Da Streets I Won't Win

[Chours: Till Song Fades Out]

[Yo Gotti]
You niggaz over there part time grindin and shinin and shit
This ya boy Yo Gotti yea
Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker
Real hustler's don't need no sleep

[Chorus x3]
I'm a full-time hustler, I'm full-time real (aye yo)
A full-time d-boy gettin it how I live (ya know)
I full-time grind so I full time shine and
I'm full-time strapped wit a fully loaded nine

[Verse 1]
I'm startin off my day wit a tank full of gas
A clip full of hollows, a pocket full of cash
A wrist full, a ring full, a chest full of ice
And a bitch in the rental wit a trunk full of white
I was ridin behind tent gettin bent at the light
Seen the laws make a left so you know I bust a right
That's the d-boy detour switchin up my route
Check ya resource invoice the bird in the drought
Got a phone full of missed calls, beeper full of codes
One eight behind a number mean they want a half of a whole one
Fully loaded most bird punk that'll bang ya
Full-time thug and I'm a full-time gangsta

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm full-time switchin lanes, rims spinnin, swirvin
Full-time on the grind in the North servin
Keisha and Tameka and Shanika, Marilyn
Were full-time freaks but were part time virgins
You were so blind you couldn't read between the lines
See ya baby momma slash right was part time mine and
I didn't really care about a part time hair
Or a part time feelins and chillen wit y'all chillin
I'm a full-time pimp you a part time spouse
I just burn her brains, get them thangs, throw em' in her house
I was out the frame, movin cane, runnin in and out
When them people came, know the game, shut ya fuckin mouth

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You a part time soldier runnin in the battlefield
Talkin loud, sayin nothin, that's how you got ya homies killed
Full grown man wit a part time plan
So you walkin round, head down, lookin for a hand
I'm a part time rapper, full-time trapper
Copped my own bricks and shit and own my own Master's
Done the shit myself so I can get it done faster
Promised to myself that I wasn't fuckin wit you actors
Full-time boss you a part time C.E.O. from never never land
Peter Pan you's a middle man yea
Yo Gotti got the money and the power
You part time snitch and you a full-time coward

[Chorus]

[Yo Gotti]
You niggaz over there part time grindin and shinin and shit
This ya boy Yo Gotti yea
Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker
Real hustler's don't need no sleep

[Chorus x3]
I'm a full-time hustler, I'm full-time real (aye yo)
A full-time d-boy gettin it how I live (ya know)
I full-time grind so I full time shine and
I'm full-time strapped wit a fully loaded nine

[Verse 1]
I'm startin off my day wit a tank full of gas
A clip full of hollows, a pocket full of cash
A wrist full, a ring full, a chest full of ice
And a bitch in the rental wit a trunk full of white
I was ridin behind tent gettin bent at the light
Seen the laws make a left so you know I bust a right
That's the d-boy detour switchin up my route
Check ya resource invoice the bird in the drought
Got a phone full of missed calls, beeper full of codes
One eight behind a number mean they want a half of a whole one
Fully loaded most bird punk that'll bang ya
Full-time thug and I'm a full-time gangsta

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm full-time switchin lanes, rims spinnin, swirvin
Full-time on the grind in the North servin
Keisha and Tameka and Shanika, Marilyn
Were full-time freaks but were part time virgins
You were so blind you couldn't read between the lines
See ya baby momma slash right was part time mine and
I didn't really care about a part time hair
Or a part time feelins and chillen wit y'all chillin
I'm a full-time pimp you a part time spouse
I just burn her brains, get them thangs, throw em' in her house
I was out the frame, movin cane, runnin in and out
When them people came, know the game, shut ya fuckin mouth

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You a part time soldier runnin in the battlefield
Talkin loud, sayin nothin, that's how you got ya homies killed
Full grown man wit a part time plan
So you walkin round, head down, lookin for a hand
I'm a part time rapper, full-time trapper
Copped my own bricks and shit and own my own Master's
Done the shit myself so I can get it done faster
Promised to myself that I wasn't fuckin wit you actors
Full-time boss you a part time C.E.O. from never never land
Peter Pan you's a middle man yea
Yo Gotti got the money and the power
You part time snitch and you a full-time coward

[Chorus]

(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) *Repeated in background throughout song*

(Yo Gotti speaking with ad-libs)
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti

(Hook - Yo Gotti)
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

(Verse 1 - Eightball)
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna call me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it

(Hook 2X - Yo Gotti)

(Verse 2 - Yo Gotti)
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin'
Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man
One of these hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug zones
I got my paper out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti still love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low

(Hook 2X - Yo Gotti)

(Yo Gotti)
This for all my street niggaz and bitches
From M Town to H-Town
Free Pimp C, shit

(Verse 3 - Bun B)
Here we come, we keepin' it trill
Ain't no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me
Myself and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited

(Hook 2X - Yo Gotti)

(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) *Repeated in background throughout song*

(Yo Gotti speaking with ad-libs)
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti

(Hook - Yo Gotti)
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

(Verse 1 - Eightball)
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna call me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it

(Hook 2X - Yo Gotti)

(Verse 2 - Yo Gotti)
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin'
Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man
One of these hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug zones
I got my paper out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti still love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low

(Hook 2X - Yo Gotti)

(Yo Gotti)
This for all my street niggaz and bitches
From M Town to H-Town
Free Pimp C, shit

(Verse 3 - Bun B)
Here we come, we keepin' it trill
Ain't no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me
Myself and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited

(Hook 2X - Yo Gotti)

(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) *Repeated in background throughout song*

(Yo Gotti speaking with ad-libs)
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti

(Hook - Yo Gotti)
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

(Verse 1 - Eightball)
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna call me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it

(Hook 2X - Yo Gotti)

(Verse 2 - Yo Gotti)
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin'
Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man
One of these hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug zones
I got my paper out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti still love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low

(Hook 2X - Yo Gotti)

(Yo Gotti)
This for all my street niggaz and bitches
From M Town to H-Town
Free Pimp C, shit

(Verse 3 - Bun B)
Here we come, we keepin' it trill
Ain't no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me
Myself and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited

(Hook 2X - Yo Gotti)

Go girl a go girl
Top notch
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
I got this girl thats so addictive
She call and say she miss me
I tell her I’ma visit next time
I’m in her city
I turn ya World to Gotti world
shawty bring ya ticket
Jimmy Choo and Red Bottoms
shawty we can kick it
I take her on trips her
boyfriend be trippin’
Takes off on the menu
tryna hear it
Tattoos and piercings
Gucci shoes
Kiss just as fresh as she be
she serious
All I do is ball and all she
fuck is winners
To take her to the mall she
don’t wanna go to dinner
She a go girl and
I’m tryna get wit her
Have her looking right I had to
follow her on Twitter
She a go girl
Go girl
Top notch
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
Go go keep on going
I’ll be somewhere throwing money
blowing on that potent
Money in my bank account
pockets hella swollen
And a model girlfriend so for them
cameras we be posing
We just go go anywhere we wanna
Got a weed connect from
Tennessee to California
Twenty grand in Paris
blowing on that Mary
Yo’ bitch on my Johnson cause
I’m ballin’ like I’m Larry
And I play my part
I’m out here with the bosses
And she know this from the start
get 30K to show
That mean we both be going hard
Don’t smoke it roll the weed up
If she broke
she’ll get her g’s up
If she slow she up to
speed cause she a
Go girl a go girl
Top notch
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
Okay now woah there
keep going throwin that big
booty thong
She wear her heart on her sleeve
Now she just Comme des Garconing
I wake up and show you what this
Cockle doodle do in the morning
I swear that pussy so good good
I wish I could clone it
Okay go girl go girl
My new bitch ya old girl
She buss it open for me
like a show girl
Call me king than tell me
that its your world
Her body Jamaica but the
vagina is Asian
I swear thats hour glass shaped
and that just remind me
time wasting
Okay fuck around I might taste it
And if I throw it back at her than
she probably gon chase it
Cause she a go girl
Go girl
Top notch
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

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Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how its goin down, that little yougin Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval and the jail, I see like nigga it must be they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up I been movin birds bitch, they got us fucked up, they got you fucked up, then get you fucked we been movin birds bitch

Chorus:
Quarters, Quarters and Halves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundles, Bundles of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and shit (x2)

I got what they lookin fo, keep what they lookin fo, all they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo, Cuz I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman,dopeman...
I Got Em'

Lil' Wayne Verse-

Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin, i run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper,and all for one key i see seventy thousand dollas, Now i was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, i bet wit Yo Gotti, he hit five str8 points, we ovahere hustlin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and nigga might sign ya, you rap about me and a nogga might find ya, DOPE GAME BITCH let his mama worry bout him, you can holla at me for a fee but I
Got Em'

Chorus

Yo Gotti Verse

I met the birdman with the Bird layin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I'm in da kitchen wit a beacon and a blender, low key in a rental, wit dem thangs in da fender, see i full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da winter,I goin back to cali, i gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler,now i'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, i gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, bitch niggas gon whine, and hustlas gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese niggas lyin, i told slim, told stunna i'm waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, click clack i shot ,bullets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM'

Chrous

Baby

Back where I started on my set in black, hop out da passenger side of my 'lac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my palm i had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them bitches cuz nigga i'm bot that,flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack, pull up in the club in a old school 'lac, with a bitch ridin fly so hide you love that, it's grind time, nigga been about that, we flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs, we livin large with the garbitch back flats, want the money and the power, real niggas gon stack, and ridin fly, 25's on the back, plush out nigga keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money thats that,if you ever cross the best believe you gettin gat

Chorus

Already, kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how its goin down, that little yougin Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval and the jail, I see like nigga it must be they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up, they got us fucked up I been movin birds bitch, they got us fucked up, they got you fucked up, then get you fucked we been movin birds bitch

Chorus:
Quarters, Quarters and Halves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundles, Bundles of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and shit (x2)

I got what they lookin fo, keep what they lookin fo, all they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo, Cuz I'm da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman,dopeman...
I Got Em'

Lil' Wayne Verse-

Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin, i run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she brought me back a chopper, see niggas tryna kick it, but no I don't play sucka, I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper,and all for one key i see seventy thousand dollas, Now i was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, i bet wit Yo Gotti, he hit five str8 points, we ovahere hustlin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and nigga might sign ya, you rap about me and a nogga might find ya, DOPE GAME BITCH let his mama worry bout him, you can holla at me for a fee but I
Got Em'

Chorus

Yo Gotti Verse

I met the birdman with the Bird layin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I'm in da kitchen wit a beacon and a blender, low key in a rental, wit dem thangs in da fender, see i full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da winter,I goin back to cali, i gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler,now i'm on I-10, on my way to memphis, i gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, bitch niggas gon whine, and hustlas gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese niggas lyin, i told slim, told stunna i'm waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, click clack i shot ,bullets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM'

Chrous

Baby

Back where I started on my set in black, hop out da passenger side of my 'lac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my palm i had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them bitches cuz nigga i'm bot that,flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack, pull up in the club in a old school 'lac, with a bitch ridin fly so hide you love that, it's grind time, nigga been about that, we flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs, we livin large with the garbitch back flats, want the money and the power, real niggas gon stack, and ridin fly, 25's on the back, plush out nigga keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money thats that,if you ever cross the best believe you gettin gat

Chorus

(feat. D-Nero)

Chorus:
Im a gangsta(gangsta)
You a actress(actress)
You be dreamin(dreamin)
I make it happen(make it happen)
I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood
But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2

I got respect
I came from the streets
If a nigga didnt hustle then a nigga didnt eat homie(homie)
And aint nan nigga took nuttin
Playin with me money
Make ya mami go and book somethin
A fruit of a for that bitch ass nigga
Ole dick in a booty slitch nich ass nigga(look) a couple niggas got fronted
Took to long with me money
Send them youngstas to that dumpin bitch
And i got soljas on my team
That will die for the i to tha e
The feds want me bad because they know i got them killa niggas out tha north
If Gotti get tha word they'll take them niggas off
And kids wanna be just like me
Systems tryna dig cause some shit wan indict me
I sold hella keys made hella cheese
And all my niggas what convicted felonies cuz a

Chorus(x2)

You wanna beef with c'mon lets go get em man
Fuck talkin im tryna be the first one to hit em man
My patience little man
Dont take alot of bullets man
Drop em where the stand with one squeeze u dont understand
This a hard knock of life for niggas
Take a pentatentery chance throwin bricks to prison
And i aint talkin bout no polka
But i watch niggas fold
Fuck them other niggas cuz them other niggas hoes
Them niggas hoes thats the verdict case closed
Aint shit like they say
We da streets we know
7 out of 10 of dem niggas who talkin gangsta need a g replaced with the w cuz they wankstas(aint cha)
And i guess we like the black sheep
We live where we speak
So we neva talk cheap
These niggas vegetarians dont wanna see no beef
When it come they want peace
But me i want a piece cuz

Chorus(x2)

Back in 95
Got a pick da side
With them big guys
They seen it in my eyes
They had a lot of pies
Money to the vibe
I knew no betta but whateva i was down to ride
And neva asked about tha shit dat they owe me
Just did wat they showed me
Or did what they told me
The littlest nigga with tha biggest fuckin
Balls i was down for tha motha fuckin cause
Now i must say today im a rich cred veteran
Shot alot of niggas cuz i sold a lot of medicine
Did a lot of shit that you may think irrelavent
I masked on them rappers cuz they play with my intelligence
They had white when the price was cheapa
They hate the mel row
And now my brothers keepa
Alot of niggas may not think the same
Cuz they lame
They just rap they wasnt in tha game get it

Chorus(x2)

(feat. D-Nero)

Chorus:
Im a gangsta(gangsta)
You a actress(actress)
You be dreamin(dreamin)
I make it happen(make it happen)
I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood
But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2

I got respect
I came from the streets
If a nigga didnt hustle then a nigga didnt eat homie(homie)
And aint nan nigga took nuttin
Playin with me money
Make ya mami go and book somethin
A fruit of a for that bitch ass nigga
Ole dick in a booty slitch nich ass nigga(look) a couple niggas got fronted
Took to long with me money
Send them youngstas to that dumpin bitch
And i got soljas on my team
That will die for the i to tha e
The feds want me bad because they know i got them killa niggas out tha north
If Gotti get tha word they'll take them niggas off
And kids wanna be just like me
Systems tryna dig cause some shit wan indict me
I sold hella keys made hella cheese
And all my niggas what convicted felonies cuz a

Chorus(x2)

You wanna beef with c'mon lets go get em man
Fuck talkin im tryna be the first one to hit em man
My patience little man
Dont take alot of bullets man
Drop em where the stand with one squeeze u dont understand
This a hard knock of life for niggas
Take a pentatentery chance throwin bricks to prison
And i aint talkin bout no polka
But i watch niggas fold
Fuck them other niggas cuz them other niggas hoes
Them niggas hoes thats the verdict case closed
Aint shit like they say
We da streets we know
7 out of 10 of dem niggas who talkin gangsta need a g replaced with the w cuz they wankstas(aint cha)
And i guess we like the black sheep
We live where we speak
So we neva talk cheap
These niggas vegetarians dont wanna see no beef
When it come they want peace
But me i want a piece cuz

Chorus(x2)

Back in 95
Got a pick da side
With them big guys
They seen it in my eyes
They had a lot of pies
Money to the vibe
I knew no betta but whateva i was down to ride
And neva asked about tha shit dat they owe me
Just did wat they showed me
Or did what they told me
The littlest nigga with tha biggest fuckin
Balls i was down for tha motha fuckin cause
Now i must say today im a rich cred veteran
Shot alot of niggas cuz i sold a lot of medicine
Did a lot of shit that you may think irrelavent
I masked on them rappers cuz they play with my intelligence
They had white when the price was cheapa
They hate the mel row
And now my brothers keepa
Alot of niggas may not think the same
Cuz they lame
They just rap they wasnt in tha game get it

Chorus(x2)