GOTTI* Lyrics
Cooking up, speed it up
Double cup, xanny cup, booted up
Mollied up, molly up, break it up
Cop it, then I serve it up, give it up
Got it, got it
Niggas been plotting, been watching
Hating on me, can't stop it, 'cause I drop it
I been through it with a cold (?), some cold shit
(?) in the (?), got some mo' shit
You ain't got no money, you can't keep her
Bitch I got my nina, I'ma squeeze her
If you really wanna meet her, she a greeter
It was really nice to meet ya, I don't need ya
I pray to god that my niggas gon' eat
I pray to god that my family gon' see
Ran up the lot
Fuck with my day ones
And you know I flooded the chain ones
Got the money and I split it with day ones
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She ain't fuck me back when I was lame, no
And you know I do my dance, in the club
Throwing dough, rackied up, shake it up
Do it how I bust it up, I mix it up
Then I hit her with the blicky, uh
So drippy, drippy, drippy, drippy
You ain't got no money, you can't keep her
