For The Record (Explicit)-Yo Gotti

For The Record (Explicit)

歌手:Yo Gotti

时间:2021-10-01

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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

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