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For The Record (Explicit) - Yo Gotti
Lyrics by:Mario Mims/Damien Aubrey/Matthew Jehu Samuels/Michael Jehu Samuels, Jr./Aaron Tesfagiorgis/Adarian Kristopher Johnson
Composed by:Mario Mims/Damien Aubrey/Matthew Jehu Samuels/Michael Jehu Samuels, Jr./Aaron Tesfagiorgis/Adarian Kristopher Johnson
Hey Gotti
What's happening
You ever heard that story about when the real n***as came in last place
Nah nah nah I don't believe that
Hahaha s**t me neither
Ha
Shout out to grippin' jewels
Grippin' jewels
C*****e records
C*****e records
I'll die for them three letters make these streets respect us
Go ask 'em
I did deals that didn't benefit me
Why would I do such a thing
So my n***as could eat
One hundred
My n***a on that dog food
Food
Stole a 100K
Crossed me
It was a million in that safe why the f**k you play
P***y
If you gon' take it take it all n***a n***a
'Cause when I see you I want it all n***a n***a
Baby momma up and left
Why
She left me scarred
It hurt me
But I can't blame her all the s**t I done
Why
I know it's hard
Yeah
To love a n***a like me
Me
I'm too deep in these streets
I am
Dedicated to hustlers whom dedicated to me
I am
Six hundred for a Richard Mille and I was sellin' bricks
I'm rockin' n***as record deals
On my wrist
Twenty mill' for an advance check
Twenty what
I f**k around declined that
I don't give a f**k
first we want the money but now we gotta own the masters
How you live in a mansion but you don't own the land
I'm on some other s**t uh
I gave these n***as the game I guess they didn't listen so f**k 'em
I told 'em big homie rules didn't pay attention these n***as some suckers uh
They flex on the 'Gram they show they lil' racks but they live with their momma uh
Gun emoji sign we just smoke you don't want no drama uh
Let me clear up the air
No beefs with no rappers at all
My focus is building my n***as up gettin' 'em some money and freein' my dawgs uh
When it come to these broads I'm different
I buy her Chanel not Tiffany
I f**k around send her like ten thousand flowers to her job 'cause I know that she miss me
And she know my history
I know her potential
Girl real as you is and fire is that head Girl God must sent you uh
But back to the issues at hand
Don't wanna play on your dawg
Don't sacrifice your lil' mans
You got to build the team
Gettin' a hundred racks was a dream
Gettin' million didn't even seem
Like it was possible to achieve
Now I'm playin' with a fore ridin' in a 'Rari strapped with a 40
That was 400K yeah a n***a ballin' I ain't just talkin'
F**k a b***h good then the h*e stalk can't get her off me
Had a good month tricked on a b***h but I don't do it often
Yeah
Yeah
Big Gotti I'm cocky
'Cause I know everybody got their money right
Yeah the team solid
Yeah
CMG
All I ever did was show n***as how to get money
How to do it on their own
How to put their n***as on
The definition of a hustler
Treat my partners like brothers
Been understood business had a joint venture with the plug
Never joined the gang still a thug
Never did nothin' to kids or women it's off limits
In the streets I'm official
If I ain't with you I'm against you