Yo Gotti For The Record Lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Hey Gotti
What's happening?
You ever heard that story, about when the real niggas came in last place?
Nah, nah, nah, I don't believe that
Hahaha, shit me neither
Ha

[Verse 1]
Shout out to grippin' jewels (Grippin' jewels)
Cocaine records (Cocaine 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 niggas could eat (One hundred)
My nigga on that dog food (Food), stole a 100K (crossed me)
It was a million in their safe, why the f*ck you play? (p*ssy)
If you gon' take it, take it all, nigga, nigga
'Cause when I see you, I want it all, nigga, nigga
Baby momma up and left (Why?)
She left me scarred (It hurt me)
But I can't blame her, all the shit I done (Why?), I know it's hard (Yeah)
To love a nigga 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' niggas record deals, on my wrist
Twenty mill' for an advance check (Twenty what?)
I f*ck around declined it (I don't give a f*ck)
[Interlude]
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 shit, uh

[Verse 2]
I gave these niggas the game, I guess they didn't listen, so f*ck 'em
I told 'em big homie rules, didn't pay attention, these niggas 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 niggas 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*ck 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
The realer you is, the fire that head, good God almost 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
Get a million, didn't even seem
Like it was possible to achieve
Now I'm playin' with her fore, ridin' in a 'Rari, strapped with a 40
That was 400K, yeah, a nigga ballin', I ain't just talkin'
f*ck a bitch good, then the hoe stalk, can't get her off me
Had a good month, tricked on a bitch, 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)
[Outro]
CMG
All I ever did was show niggas how to get money
How to do it on their own
How to put their niggas 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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