Dollar 4 Dollar Lyrics – Yo Gotti
Singer: Yo Gotti
Title: Dollar 4 Dollar
Yeah n#gg#, it’s whatever
Yeah b#tch, it’s whatever
Yeah, I am
I’ll never let my n#gg#s down
Nah, I never put some choppas down (Never)
Hit your b#tch when I come in town
She ain’t never let a n#gg# down (Yeah)
I be flossin im dope and im riding
They tried to kill me but Im still surviving
The flow go deep through they cahkras
Enemies waaan tress they bite like Dracula
Blog put a n#gg# business out
Knock ’em down, now switch ’em out
I got opps I don’t know about
Stand on business, we don’t talk about it (Shh)
I be dat spiritual maven
My flows bе deady kill dem off too flagrent
My lyrics too blatant
Born to rasiе hell like im the devil like im motherfuccking satan
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana’s
I’ll take a n#gg# under
Watch three-hundred, these is Yeezy’s
‘Fore they drop (Yeah), call ’em Dondas
Jay said I got the thunder
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it’s like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Hush gang, he ain’t frontin’ no f#ck n#gg#s (Shh)
Big stepper, we’ll stomp on you lil’ n#gg#s
n#gg#s say they slidin’, nobody dyin’ though (Oh)
Your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin’ ‘fore?
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
We can go thottie for thottie
I’m scholarship Gotti, you gave a b#tch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
The blade will go deep in ya chess
If you think you can get gully you know you can’t tess
My soul is an angel im blessed
Even tho they wanna see me fail but ain’t stressed
My enemies greet me with love but they pressed
Talk about me behind my back n#gg#s are obsessed
Its like god putting me through challenges got my in a test
But Im a visionary like da vinci
They can’t see me Italian blood in my body
Make a b#tch say daddy
Make a Latina say papi
Im the illest the realist
Like Einstein tha boss you know dat im a genius
Ain’t a faker too ill im a realest
Off the radar my opps can’t really see dis
If they wanna try mess wid da best too blessed
I’m knockin’ all my opps out the field
Young n#gg#s sick, young n#gg# ill
All of my n#gg#s united
Just ballin’ to DC United
I gave him the pack and he tanked it (Tanked it)
Twenty-five pints and he dranked it (Uhh)
Just showed her my account and she fainted (On God)
Showed him the plug and he thanked me (You welcome)
“Ayy, Gotti you low, you jankie”
Lil’ b#tch just posted me, brainless (Dumbass)
Rolls Royce stainless (Steel)
Made my neighbourhood famous (For real)
Rich catch for tourists (For tourists)
Ayy, why yo’ jewellery blury?
All my jewellery flawless, all my n#gg#s stallers
None of my n#gg#s sanctifies, they be throwin’ cross
All my Forgies offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil’ savage, I stamped that
My b#tch like the sunset, yeah
I see the same n#gg#s doin’ the same sh#t every day (Shit every day)
Different n#gg#, yeah, I had to go and make a way (Go and make a way)
Any day, it’s another million-dollar plate
It’s like seventy mill now, ‘nother hundred on the way
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