[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Oh this a hit, n***a
With no words on it
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I got on two chains, no, I ain't Tity Boi
I'm dream chasing, but I ain't from Philly, boy
b**h bad, and she said I can get it, boy
This a hit and I'ma make a n***a feel it, boy
My flow deranged, my swag insane and my campaign on ten
I like the b**h, she bad as f**, but I'm really into her friend
House up on the hill, got it off of c**aine
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne
b**h, I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
Robin's Jean with the stones, Giuseppes match my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my b**h only rock Tiffany
You a rat, you'll sing a symphony
And I'm back, street's been missing me
My watch silly, my clock ignorant, and I'm the king of my city
I'm ban'd up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just like an instrument
Ba**, feel that, yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, p**y, where they do that?
(L.A. Reid, cut the check for me)
[Verse 2: T.I.]
King sh** and you know what it is
Shorty smell like a pound of that loud
But a n***a look like a hundred mil
But I drive Ferrari, f** the motherf**ing dealer
Pay ten million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion
I got racks all in my cargo pants
Extended clip with that hollow, man, yo b**h a**
If yo b**h bad, she get f**ed fast, ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D, n***a
Like the Vegas strip when you see me, n***a
Your money wrong and my money long
And I'm playing with it like P.E., n***a
Real n***a, no joke, don't think there, n***a, no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up under my car
And n***a, I don't wanna smoke your weed
Plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the n***as off Bankhead
Shorty, they taught me everything I know
Like how to whip it, cook it, cut it, deal it
Hand it to your partner, let him flood it through the city
Really, we 'bout that action, you try us and we blasting
We turnt to the max, that's a motherf**ing fact
I'm a real n***a, f** these rappers
[Bridge: Yo Gotti]
Door up, doors down
When I'm in the club, b**h, it's going down
Shorty thick as f**, hands down
Hands up, pants down
Down, down, shorty f**ing head down
I see my phone blowing up, I know it's going down
Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town
Chiefin' numbers in the city, boy, it going down
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
This that dope boy academy, them three letters been after me
The F.B.I. ever catching me, my family might witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up happily
I ball hard like an athlete
Young, black n***a in a big, white Phantom
n***a, I look like a referee
They blowing the whistle, they telling
If I do the crime, I'm jailin'
This b**h turned up, making it rain
When I'm in the club, you yelling
They talk about these Bentleys that I'm getting on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it
I'ma real n***a 'til the d**h of me
Never sing a song like a parakeet
Fifty bands in my pocket, just blew sixty grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin' money like a motherf**ing Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen, n***a, trying to whip a brick up