Yo Gotti Oh Yeah Lyrics

(Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style)
(Choppa style, chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
(She love chop chop)

If you gettin' your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain't tripping 'cause they hatin' on ya (oh yeah)

Let's get it
Ohh (Oh yeah)
Ohh (Oh yeah)
Ohh (Oh yeah)
Oh oh oh-oh oh

They like Goddamn Gotti
Boy I Googled your net worth
All them chains on, I can tell that your neck hurt
You look good in them heels but I can tell that your feet hurt
So drop down on your knees baby gimme that neck work
Double-Cs oh you're bad, ha
Oh you know you fine, ha
You blew a bag on your ass, ha
Quarter mill off that stove, huh
You off that dro, ha
Oh your momma ain't raise no hoe, ha

She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
Make sure, pay for it you gotta buy some
She 21 and I'm a savage I'ma try somethin'

If you gettin' your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain't tripping 'cause they hatin' on you (choppas style)

She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon' pay for it you gon' buy some
She 21 and I'm a savage I'ma try somethin'

Montana
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style
'Rari sittin' low, smokin' on the loud (skrt skrt)
Cool if I drop the bag off in a Uber
Catch me with the models up in Dyckman smokin' hookah (haan) I took her from a hooptie to a Benz, ha (haan)
From the projects to the crib with a fence, ha (haan)
She double-bag f*ck me with her friends, ha (haan)
Then we jump right back to that bread, ha (haan)
Choppa style, ridin' with a shotty
Two-fifty on my wrist
Tryin' to soak all my body, ha

If you gettin' your own money, holla (Montana)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain't tripping 'cause they hatin' on ya (oh yeah)

She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon' pay for it you gon' buy some
She 21 and I'm a savage I'ma try somethin'

The beat is classic, but so am I
I really sold it out the plastic to get 'em high
She rode the dick when I was drunk, that's a DUI
Bitch swallow my kids, between you and I (you and I)
Pop pop that p*ssy for a rich nigga
Girl you too real for a bitch nigga
I seen you with your friend, I wanna get with you
Y'all look good together, bring your bitch with you
You get money (ha)
You a honey (ha)
Heard your homie got that loud shit
They call it Under Armor, ooh
You make it rain (ha)
That's a thunderstorm
Your real niggas with you, they your day ones (hey)

If you gettin' your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain't tripping 'cause they hatin' on ya (oh yeah)

She want a real nigga and you not one
I want a bad bitch and I got one
You gon' pay for it you gon' buy some
She 21 and I'm a savage I'ma try somethin'