For The Record Lyrics – Yo Gotti
Singer: Yo Gotti
Title: For The Record
Hey Gotti
What’s happening?
You ever that story, about when the real n#gg#s came in last place?
Nah, nah, nah, I don’t believe that
Hahaha, sh#t me neither
Ha
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 n#gg#s could eat (One hundred)
My n#gg# on that dog food (Food), stole a 100K (It crush me)
It was a million in their safe, why the f#ck you play? (p#ss#)
If you gon’ take it, take it all, n#gg#, n#gg#
‘Cause when I see you, I want it all, n#gg#, n#gg#
Baby momma up and left (Why?)
She left me scarred (It hurt me)
But I can’t blame her, all the sh#t I done (Why?), I know it’s hard (Yeah)
To love a n#gg# like me (Me), I’m too deep in these streets (I am)
Dedicated too hustlers whom dedicated to me (I am)
Six hundred for a Richard Mille, now we sellin’ bricks
I’m rockin’ n#gg#s record deals, on my wrist
Twenty mill’ for an advance check (Twenty what?)
I f#ck, [?] (I don’t give a f#ck)
First we want the money but now we got our own amounts
How you live in a mansion but you don’t own the land?
I’m on some other sh#t
Uh
I gave these n#gg#s the game, I guess that they listen, so f#ck ’em
I told ’em big [?], don’t pay attention, these n#gg#s some suckers, uh
They flex on the ‘Gram, they show they lil’ racks but they live with their momma, uh
Gun [?], we just smoke you down, want no drama, uh
Let me clear up the air
No beefs with no rappers at all
My focus has been on my n#gg#s, on 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, sendin’ like ten thousand flowers to her job ’cause I know that she miss me
And she love my history
I know her potential
The realer you is, the fire that head, good God, I must [?], 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, they ain’t even seen
I give her [?] to achieve
Now I’m playin’ with [?], ridin’ in a ‘Rari, [?]
That was 400K, yeah, a n#gg# ballin’, I ain’t just talkin’
f#ck a b#tch good, then the hoe stalk, can’t get [?]
Had a good month, tricked on a b#tch, 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#gg#s how to get money
How to do it on their own
How to put their migos on
The definition of a hustler
Treat my partners like brothers
Been understood, been [?] with the plug
Never join the gangsta, lil’ 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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