Yo Gotti - Exclusive lyrics

[Intro] (Turn up) Nah for real, I do this k**as, ganstas, all my n***as shooters Thugging, trapping, all my coupes is roofless All about my money, ain't about money then you're useless [Hook: Young Buck x Lloyd Banks] b**h I'm rich, stupid, all my girls exclusive You hating, you useless, every day your new sh** Man I'm reckless, ruthless, ruger, rollie Rolls, racks, on deuces, you know me They ain't know me bet they know me now Yeah they know me now, we all rocky when we roll around Try to stop me and it's going down Down to f** this money up, new bills on the ground [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] b**h I'm hood rich, five or six million on some hood sh** Rolls Royce on 28s, Chevy sit on 26s Rollie watch got karats in the bezel, b**h I'm turning up Hottest n***a out the south, yeah b**h I'm burning up Condo on the beach, super freak, she know how we roll s** the dick and f** me good I love my partners f** these hoes In the club I'm drinking gold, metallic pink I'm drinking rose Pocket full of aces, popping aces, that's how balling goes n***a n***a n***a n***a, on my all gold like Trinidad You a f** boy, you been a f*g, just bought my b**h a Celine bag n***a n***a n***a n***a, this king sh** and queen sh** Get money serve fiend sh**, yeah this that team b**h Yo Gotti [Hook] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I'm climbing up, diamond up On whole walls like Spiderman f** waitin' till I die n***a, get the work on my hologram Violate get your cell cracked, put that man in a frying pan Hang up like your cell tat, these n***as better off dying damn Damn I'm clean in my old school, black paint for these gold j**els I'm running through all these bad hoes at a fast pace When we boat cruise, racks paid for these dope shoes Racks making these so smooth, my feet up, I'm G'd up I kick back laid on these ProTools like Uhh My style sound like around the way f**ing off about a quarter clip, I made 100 thou a day Stepping out my morning chick, I get bored as sh** by the afternoon Nineteen when I bought a whip, I'm sick, where my padded room [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Reese] Some hating n***a, you useless Any day and we come outside, got 30 on us we ain't tooless And 300 that be my squad, we gone show you how we do this I came up from sh**, I look around now like who this No new faces, we shoot sh** From 300 to O block, boy all my n***as ruthless We catch an Op, we shoot sh** Them broke boys ain't got sh** Stunt on them, make them sick Damn phantom eli had to do this sh** Pull up on them in a new whip Damn boy how the f** you do that sh** Every day it's a new b**h, I hit her then I pa** the b**h Can't stop me, it ain't going down Might let off thirty shots up in this b**h Smoke so much kush, by the pound Try to play them games get man down Why you talk, ambulance pick em up now Try to play them games get man down [Hook]