Categoria: Rap

Yo Gotti – Driveway Furniture ( Lyrics Lyric ) Letra Yo Gotti Yo Gotti – Driveway Furniture ( Lyrics Lyric )

Intro: DJ Drama & Yo Gotti
(Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
Uh-huh
Okay, right
Ayy
You see, back in ’06
We told y’all so
Can I speak to ‘em for a sec?
Gotti
I’m back
I think we should remind ‘em
Look
Verse 1: Yo Gotti & DJ Drama
GI certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new Chiron inside my business name
Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture, had to go back and put cocaine white on everything (Gangsta Grillz)
So it’s fair to say a decade and a half later
We showed you niggas how to actually run the game
Can I speak to ‘em for a sec?
I’m back (DJ Drama)
Look
GI certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new Chiron inside my business name
Nigga, I survived thе vultures, had to do this for my culture, had to go back and put cocaine whitе on everything (Cocaine Murzik)
Uh, Gotti in a ‘Gatti, I like how it sounded
Nine figures up, but I been stayin’ grounded (Stayin’ grounded)
Scoop a nigga bitch, then leave her how I found her
I’m Mr. Give-Him-the-Load ‘cause they know I’ll down it (Down it)
Skyscraper office, I should put a kitchen in it
And a rose-gold scale for when I’m reminiscin’ (Huh?)
Rose-gold Rollie, that’s the dope boy watch
Bando jumpin’, that’s the dope boy spot (Dope boys)
Droppin’ nothin’ but mixtapes from now on, fuck these charts (Gangsta)
We need Gotti back outside to get the streets back hot
It’s like Universal, Mexico, and Interscope my trap house
Every Friday come around, I’m tryna send a pack out
Bitch say she need therapy, I’m like, “Let me knock your back out”
She seekin’ attention, you know that’s when bitches act out
And I ain’t confrontational with bitches, that’s when I back out
I’m here for peace, not pussy, bitch, I’m dippin’, you get too loud, for real (Dramatic)
Interlude: Yo Gotti & DJ Drama
Ayy, you know how shit go, man, like
Bitches wanna go back and forth, forth and back (You know what I mean?)
Bitch, I ain’t got time for that shit (Uh-uh)
You know, time is money, man, I got big shit to handle, bitch
You feel me? (We back at it)

Verse 2: Yo Gotti
I need no distractions
Bitch just sent me five attachments like Glorilla said
You know Karrine Steffans, bitch, I want some super head
I recorded this in a week
Told John Janick to clear the schedule out, we releasin’ this for the streets
I been dream chasin’ all my life, sometime I think I’m Meek
Tryna break in my house like shit sweet, fuck around and got sweeped
I invite snakes to the grass, gotta kill what you eat
Why you strapped with security? If I go out, I’m goin’ out me
This the life of survival
Where I don’t trust allies, I look at them like my rivals
I don’t talk on the phone around my bitch or my driver
I don’t talk on the phone about no shit that’s incriminating
Nigga like, “Bring me that,” I’m like, “What you insinuating?”
Rat-ass niggas’ll try to put you in any case
Watchin’ niggas tell it, then say they didn’t cooperate
Shit crazy, we really seein’ niggas tell it, then say they didn’t cooperate
Interlude: DJ Drama
Amigo
You bring me one million cash and I will double it and drop it off at your doorstep
Gotti, show ‘em

Verse 3: Yo Gotti
Negotiations with the plug, ask what type of math for that
Numbers through the roof, and nigga, I’m payin’ half of that
I’m mister 90/10, nigga, I want more than half of that
I can drop a tape and you go platinum and won’t make half of that (Gangsta)
I’m a hustler, game giver
Hundred up and still I’m the same nigga
Me and my baby mama don’t even rock, but I bought her a Range, nigga
And you niggas depressed, takin’ painkillers
And you’ll lose your life ‘bout a chain, nigga
Go and slide on the opps, get caught, and turn around and tell on the same niggas
Forty million in real estate and twenty in stocks
A million dollars in security, but five hundred for a Glock
I told my brother and them, “Watch, I’ma get us out of this bitch
If you believe in the plan, we gon’ swap music with bricks”

Outro: Yo Gotti & DJ Drama
Phantom, Lamb’, Bent’, ‘Rari
And I don’t drive none of ‘em
Look good in front of the crib though
It’s driveway furniture (Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
Phantom, Lamb’, Bent’, ‘Rari
And I don’t drive none of ‘em
Look good in front of the crib though (Showed y’all niggas)
It’s driveway furniture
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Yo Gotti – The One ( Lyrics ) Letra Yo Gotti Yo Gotti – The One ( Lyrics )
Intro: Yo Gotti & DJ Drama
(Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
Gotti, you got one
Yeah, yeah
She the one
Yeah, yeah
She the one (Oh yeah)
Yeah, look
She the one
I gave my bitch a lil’ AmEx and told her to lay back and bought her a Patek too
I’m not comin’ home, I’m gettin’ to the money, bae, so don’t give me no attitude (Yeah)
I might not be holdin’ your hand, but givin’ you bands, I’m nothin’ like your last dude (She the one)
It’s Louboutin heels or Christian Dior of course if I buy her tennis shoes (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
She fuckin’ with us?
Yeah, yeah (She won)
She the one
Yeah, yeah (Baby)
She the one
You one of one
Yeah, look (Mr. Thanksgiving)
Verse: Yo Gotti
I gave my bitch a lil’ AmEx and told her to lay back and bought her a Patek too
I’m not comin’ home, I’m gettin’ to the money, bae, so don’t give me no attitude (Yeah)
I might not be holdin’ your hand, but givin’ you bands, I’m nothin’ like your last dude (She the one)
It’s Louboutin heels or Christian Dior of course if I buy her tennis shoes
Can I look you dead in your eye when we sexin’? (Sexin’), ‘cause I’m really into you
Yeah, you give me butterflies in my stomach (You do), like we still in middle school
And you give me nervous vibes when I’m missin’ you, girl, I’m a gangster and you got me kissin’ you
First time, it was some shit I’d never do
(She the one)
Bought her a Wagen, ain’t into braggin’
She want a bag, she know she gettin’ it
She know I ain’t arguin’, I’m talkin’ ‘bout regardless
So all that naggin’, I ain’t with it
I’m in the streets, I gotta get it
She lookin’ sexy, I gotta feel it
She all on the ‘Gram, I’m likin’ her pictures
Better unfollow all them niggas
I’m in the limelight, she in the limelight, whatever
Head on the turnpike, head at the red light, wherever
She say it’s on sight, I say it’s on sight, even better
I get the money, we fuck it off together
Welcome to Memphis, come check out my neighborhood
Come to the trap and see how we really do it (Yup)
First hundred thousand, first ten million
We blew that shit fast, yeah, nigga, we runnin’ through it
Make a wish, I’ll be your genie (I am)
Peerin’ out a Lamborghini (One)
Saint Lucia, no bikini
Baby, fuck me like you mean it (She the one)
Baby, fuck me like you dreamin’
If you wanna roleplay, I’m the wise guy (I am)
I heard all good girls have fantasies of fuckin’ on a bad guy (The one)
Can I watch you count five million in your lingerie?
Fuck a rose, this a Rolls-Royce (Yeah)
Every day like Valentine’s Day (For real)
Know my house like a getaway (Yeah)
Playin’ with you on the interstate
Hit the mall, blow a hundred K
Go to Paris for a dinner date
Start a business, I’ma be the bank
Do it all, never say you can’t
Bedroom, tryna make you faint
Real pressure, what the fuck you think?
Outro: Yo Gotti
She the one (Gangsta Grizzill)
The one
Yeah, nigga, she the one
The one
(Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
(Dramatic)
She the one
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Yo Gotti, Moneybagg Yo – Mind My Business ( Lyricss Lyrics ) Letra Yo Gotti Yo Gotti, Moneybagg Yo – Mind My Business ( Lyricss Lyrics )
Intro
Reporting live from Memphis, where crime is at an all-time high
It has been an absolutely terrifying season of violence
(Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
Leaving behind a rash of victims in the wake of the madness
City leaders are trying to sit down with some of the biggest influencers in the region
To help save the city from the carnage

Verse 1: Yo Gotti & Moneybagg Yo
I’m too big for these lil’ niggas who talkin’ that yap
I don’t like or follow none of these niggas, I’m sick of the cap
“Gotti, why you got security, but you still got a strap”
“Gotti worth a hundred million, grind likе he in the trap”
I have wеt dreams ‘bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I’m not kiddin’
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, I should mind my fuckin’ business
I told Bagg to swap the name up, not Bread Gang, it’s the Loaf (Boyz)
Only reason I’m droppin’ a mixtape is ‘cuz I still give em hope
Perfect timing, flawless diamonds, tennis chain ‘round my throat (icy)
Got a bad habit of lookin’ behind me cuz in my city it’s smoke
I got PSD, my house on PST, I live by EST
Burn one of you fuck niggas like STD, yeah that strap on me
No GPS, you DND, no iCloud, that’s FED
Only time you seen a house like mine was a AirBnB (Speak)
Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo
Every car you think about I got it
No car note, no lease (skrr)
Only time you seen a bitch like mine, yo’ timeline on IG (ha)
Niggas hate like hoes just ‘cuz they can’t get no money with me (poor)
Only time we seein’ eye to eye if you come buy front row seats (tour)
I could drop a money bag on your kufi
I play with paper don’t make me use it
Switch go ff, ff like a Uzi
Leave mo’ shells than Taco Tuesday
They pay me to host and I pull up and hop out the Ghost like I’m James St. Patrick (suited up)
Either a show or the gumbo
I’m really up off rappin’

Chorus: Yo Gotti
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, I should mind my fuckin’ business
I have wet dreams ‘bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I’m not kiddin’
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, I should mind my fuckin’ business

Verse 3: Yo Gotti
Pray for my city
Crime at an all-time high
These young niggas geeked, they ready to die
I ain’t no better, nigga, who am I
I’m a big dope boy, I ain’t no role model
Big strap in the club, sippin’ gold bottles
Them double Cs, you know my hoes got ‘em
You don’t get credit for bodies, you told ‘bout ‘em
Pussy ‘lil nigga, “Big Gotti” to you, I can pull up, Bugatti on you
Yeah, that’s a million a tie, four million for four
I record in the livin’ room, swingin’ the door
Movin’ the blow, I was livin’ by “Trap or Die” ‘fore I ran into Snow
This a movie, no
All you wannabe dope boys watching Scarface and Blow
Cut off your TVs and come to the trenches
Cut on the news and see who they mention
Know ‘bout the double cross, what ‘bout the triple?
Yeah, we call that shit “welcome to Memphis”
Say he a plug, he thinkin’ he Chapo
Fuck ‘round with me, I’ma knock off his taco
Rip shit out the plastic, cook it and bag it
Put shit on the floor, you thinkin’ I’m Latto
Chorus: Yo Gotti
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, I should mind my fuckin’ business
I have wet dreams ‘bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I’m not kiddin’ (Dee, you poppin’ your shit, nigga)
I should sit down with the mayor, I should try to save my city
Then I think back to myself, I should mind my fuckin’ business
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