Bad Behavior (Explicit) - Yo Gotti
Lyrics by：Mario Mims/Damien Aubrey/Sultan Banks
Composed by：Mario Mims/Damien Aubrey/Sultan Banks
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Traxamillion
Yeah
Wait a minute wait a minute
Last time I checked I had a half a hundred million
Know a Memphis n***a out in Beverly Hills
I been by publishing and selling pills
Big dog status watch with no stones
N***as buy Dior I be buyin' homes
Somebody tell my ex to leave me alone
No hard feelings got a better b***h I'm moving on
I be spending d**e shootin' every song
If I get indicted off these lyrics say it's gon' be long uh
You a rat you know you dead wrong uh
No collect calls we do iPhones
All my n***as locked up they got iPhones
And I cleared the bank to bring my n***as home yeah
Start over yeah yeah start over
Seven loud yeah yeah strong odor
Twenty thousand square feet I don't call it home
Walkin' 'round this b***h I feel so alone
Text's to my son ask him when he comin'
Give him a hundred k like Give it to your mommy
Just because yeah yeah just because
I remember the struggle it ain't none but love
Bad memories but can't forget the opps
I invest in pills bricks and w**d 'fore I invest in stocks
Paper heavy paper heavy
Get this money take s**t from nobody how they raise you
Mama made me savage grandma took my filter early
Thirteen out the service AMG all on my dresser
When they hang up my jersey that's a 36
I could hang up my jersey I sold a thousand bricks
They can flame up my jersey I blew a hundred sticks
I can retro my jersey I been doin' this s**t
Couple n***as try couple don't survive
Championship rings one to all the guys
You f**ked up then she f**ked up why you act surprised
You don't own the p***y guess you can't accept the fact she lied
Paper heavy paper heavy
Mama was a ho I guess that's how a mama raised him
Daddy was a p***y n***a so I guess she f**ked with suckers
All she know was lame a*s n***as look at her brother
Gotti where you been where you been
I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens
I been on vacation chillin' f**kin' b***hes friends
I been kinda silent still slidin' gettin' revenge
Paper heavy paper heavy
Get this money take s**t from nobody how they raise you
Mama made me savage grandma took my filter early
Thirteen out the service AMG all on my dresser
When they hang up my jersey that's a 36
I could hang up my jersey I sold a thousand bricks
They can flame up my jersey I blew a hundred sticks
I'm the streets MVP it don't get real as this
