Yo Gotti - On Everything lyrics

[Hook] Everyday my phone rang I'm bustin' down the whole thang Whip same color c**aine Big pistols, big gold chains I love it (I put that on everything) x2 I love big pistols, big gold chains I love it (I put that on everything) I love it I love it (I put that on everything) [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] Mulsanne On my pinky ring Pop that p**y for me Dana Dane I won't let up, that's on everything I just want the money, you can have the fame Shooting for the top, I got perfect aim All that p**y sh**, I can't entertain When I bought the Ghost, I blew out the brain Your advanced check I spent that on my artist change Whole lot of b**hes and some champagne I don't f** with lames, real n***a campaign Feds snatched my n***a Poo tang Rocking rave shows and I still ain't changed [Hook] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Got the AR 15, that mothaf**a rock ya The first time I met Flocka, I had to get 40 Glock on my waistline The young n***a tryna throw gang signs Had bought 5 bricks from the Mexicans Flock still there talkin bout I how wasn't flexin then? I have a white Lamb with the blue top, and that big drop on Forgiauto's Now im selling mo' weed than Colorado Need to get a dispensary f**ing off a sack wasn't sh** to me Going against a n***a with a stand on that Nah n***a we don't play like that I don't talk on no phones I don't fall in love with hoes Keep it real with my youngins sh** that's how I thought it goes Guess I had the wrong answer then Phone ringing might be tapped so dont answer then [Hook]