YO GOTTI feat. Ciara – We Can Get It On

[Hook:]
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain – all the shit you been through I
Just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on
Right here right now back seat
And we ain’t gotta make it to the suite and I’mma go strong
And I’mma hit it hard like the beat guaranteed to
Put dat ass to sleep and have ya like

[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]
{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I’m have ya like)
{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
I’mma put dat ass to sleep

[Verse 1:]
break it down to the beat then back it up (ok)
red bone super thick super tatted up (ok)
last dude super lame shawty had enough (ok)
gotti world super real cant get enough (ok)
wanna see you smile (ok)
change yo life around (ok) baby daddy gone (pruu) ice up the child (ok)
neva wont fa nothin (nothin)
neva need fa shit (ok)
cause I’mma real nigga and you a real bitch and I take you there clothes on clothes off 45 minutes straight zone dose off close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a gangsta like this and we can get it on
close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this

[Hook:]
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain – all the shit you been through I just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on
Right here right now back seat
And we ain’t gotta make it to the suite and I’mma go strong
And I’mma hit it hard like the beat guaranteed to put dat ass to sleep and have ya like

[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]
{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I’m have ya like)
{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
(I’mma put dat ass to sleep)

[Verse 2:]
I like it in da kitchen cuz dat my favorite spot she want it in da porshe cuz dat her favorite car she got me tryin things dat doin do 2day but I can make it valentine 4 a year str8 got her pregnant I know it ain’t your birthday 30 minutes back seat on your lunch break I make yo legs shh shake like a earthquake (booom) you get yours I get mines now we both straight he put his hand on (WHO) you he must be insecure I drop them bands on you I like 2 volunteer (BEEP) close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a gangsta like this and we can get it on

[Chorus: (Yo Gotti) {Ciara}]
{La La La La La La Lah} got me singing lullabies (I’m have ya like)
{La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
(I’mma put dat ass to sleep)
L-o-v-e I love ya theres not a thing I won’t do fa ya we can last forever you and me you have everything I want you are all I need

[Verse 3:]
We like Tiny and Tip, maybe Puffy and Kim, Michelle and Obama, maybe Jada and will we like Hova and B, maybe Hillary, Bill we can be who eva we wanna shawty long as we real

[Hook:]
And we can get it on
Close your eyes shawty gone make a wish you neva met a nigga like this
And we can get it on
I know yo pain – all the shit you been through I just wanna see ya dreams come true
And we can get it on

[Chorus: {Ciara}]
L-o-v-e I love ya theres not a thing I won’t do fa ya we can last forever you and me you got everything I want you are all I need {La La La La La La Lah}
got me singing lullabies (I’m have ya like) {La La La La La La lah} got me singing lullabies
(I’mma put dat ass to sleep)

YO GOTTI – Turn On The Lights

Turn on the lights I’m looking for her, girl of my dreams I’m just looking for her.
I’m looking for her, running round the streets out here looking for her.
They say she a stripper she don’t pose to be your girl, but if I really like her dawg who cares what it was.
I think it don’t matter she the girl of my dreams she a bad bitch and I just want her on my team.
Cut on the lights I’m looking for her met her in the club went in looking for her.

Cut off the lights
If you wanna live richer you gotta see the picture.
Cant get dollars forever girl gotta fuck a real nigga.
Hope you see the shit that I see in my eyes when I see em.
Hope you think the shit that I think in my mind and DM her.

Turn on the lights I’m looking for her.
I heard that pussy good and they tricking for her.
I heard she got a plan she just dancing on the side and when she get her money right she putting it to the side.

Turn on the lights I’m looking for her (I’m looking for herrr) I’m looking for her. [repeat]

Say I love my baby mama she don’t never give me drama, went in my phone and found a number I was fuckin another woman
Say I’m sorry for the shit I put you through, but I’m a street nigga what the fuck I’m pose to do?
And when I bought that ghost I went in bought you one of em too, so you can kill them bitches everytime you pull up too
Turn off the lights.
This club packed this bitch is bad and I see sum red way in the backkk (backkk)
She say she a fan and if she fuck me she a groupie I said no you not girl that shit sound stupid.

Turn on the lights.
I’m looking for her a million miles away I send a ticket for her.
Sex on the beach, miami for her.
The way she make that noise I got a grammy for her.
See she a down bitch, a hold me down bitch, super fly chick, a ride or die bitch and I just wanna say I’m happy that you my bitch.
Ill never be ashamed so you can quit that shy shit.

And cut on the lights.
Cause I’m looking for her, I heard that pussy good and they tipping for her.
I heard she got a plan she just dancing on the side and when she get her money right she putting it to the side.

Turn on the lights I’m looking for her (I’m looking for herrr) I’m looking for her. [repeat]

YO GOTTI – Testimony

[Yo Gotti:]
If I should die before I wake, I pray the streets my work to take, divide throughout the unfortunate, give my jewelry the most respected, give my cars to the runners and my guns to the gunners, you know what I’m saying

[Hook:]
Cocaine thoughts fishscale visions, pray the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, amen amen can I hear a hood nigga scream amen this my testimony my testimony, [x2]

[Verse 1:]
Swear I’m a different type of nigga I’m on that different shit, err day I wake up I want a different bitch, I don’t want the whip plane I want a kit on it, talking rims so big they can’t fit on it, I just bought a different watch and another chain, fuck around and call my bitch another name, got a confession to make you all look the same, and I’m so full of that liquor I outta be ashame, they say the rap game changed alot of niggas stressing, but between me and you nigga that’s a blessing, fake niggas come up a real nigga suffer, and record labels fucking niggas that’s why I don’t trust him, this my testimony I made a true decision, hope the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, now can I get a amen, or can u bless a nigga with a thousand 8 grams

[Hook:]
Cocaine thoughts fishscale visions, pray the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, amen amen can I hear a hood nigga scream amen this my testimony my testimony, [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Remember been in my hood, playing with that white, shirt off wide open serve it on sight, 100 I shoot 100 I hit 500 I eight nigga that’s my life, y-o g-o-t-t-I don’t shit around me but my money get high, if the straps in the room in it ain’t a real goon then you can assume that it ain’t my guy, 15 16 17 5 anything else way to high, gucci louie that’s all I buy, dope boy pure way to fly, way to high need to come down, need to quit playing for a gun yo ass down, you don’t know me and I don’t know you, you ain’t from my hood so don’t come around, I’m a tell you like a nigga told me, lil budda right there might be in o.g., with that being said, with that being told, that’s the first nigga to front me a whole ki, 36 O’s for the 24 grand, put it in my hand cause he know I wasn’t playing, I was 5 foot 5 with the heart of a lion and the fire in my eyes to kill me a man, lil ol nigga with a big ol pistol and my pride the only thing I had in this world, nigga a have to shoot me dead in the face for he run from the hood like a lil ass girl, strap that pistol some big ass nigga, talking bout he ain’t gone pay me for mine, every since then I ain’t have them problems and the pussy ass niggas started paying on time, this my testimony, my testimony [x2]

[Verse 3:]
I had work inside that kitchen same spot where grandma dishes at, 2 doors down that hall to the right were I took them bitches at, shoe box full of money same spot I kept that chopper at, open up that closet chop chop chop ain’t no stopping that, cocaine crazy yes I am, somebody need to pray for me, lord bless his soul, all that dope I sold I know they got a place for me, indictment time I’m laying low, dope boy shit kran flo, terrence j say it, gone sell a million records that’s wat I’m praying fo, you know how this game go, see-saw shit up and down, 901 nigga that’s my town and ain’t no nigga finna take my crown, north north I ain’t project pat I ain’t three six mafia I ain’t built like that
Ion know them guys and they don’t know me, so ain’t no beef that’s that on that, go figure beep, you know what that mean whole lot of white just to go with that green, this that counting that money and a fold machine, when I was 16 I had a 100 grand and this my testimony can I get amen,

[Hook:]
Cocaine thoughts fishscale visions, pray the lord forgive a nigga the streets is my religion, amen amen can I hear a hood nigga scream amen this my testimony my testimony [x2]

YO GOTTI feat. Zed Zilla – Swimming Pool

Aye why you totin shit with bout 5 or 6 shots?
Imma show you how to fuck up a whole block!
First you get a A-K with a whole 100 rounds in it..

Pour up (drink).
Head shot (drink).
Sit down (drink).
Stand up (drink).
Pass out (drink).
Wake up (drink)
Faded (drink), Faded (drink).

I said a lil nigga shinning like the diamonds in my watch plus them molly’s make her turn it up a notch
Got a big yellow bitch that suck dick and take pride in it, pussy deep wet that I just dive in it.
Pussy nigga hate fuck around and get popped okay my young niggas from a block
Money come in all 100′s no 20′s, 10′s or 5′s in it, she ride this dick but her license suspended.

A nigga living reckless tryna get these stacks, left your bitch naked laying on her back (tru)
Cause ion want the pussy I just want the head, I pulled up in that fiscal made them turn they headdd
Turned up everyday big bands is my entree, big house and my trunk steady, electric car in my drive way.
And you ain’t fucking with my clique, you ain’t fucking with my hood, you ain’t getting it like this pussy!

Pour up (drink).
Head shot (drink).
Sit down (drink).
Stand up (drink).
Pass out (drink).
Wake up (drink)
Faded (drink), Faded (drink).

Purple body cali smoking A-1 crop in the hood with my niggas on the block louie bag gucci [?]
I got some cash and a 9 in it cause I heard you just gotta grind to get it
Thank 4 dub G, thank my family and thank God, but they in it for the chain and the watch
Diamonds clear like ice bitch and ain’t a flaw in it, drinking dirty sprite [?]

YO GOTTI feat. Stuey Rock – Single

Single, single
Go go go go go
Stuey up in the building
Single single single
I’m single for the night
I’m single, I’m single

[Chorus:]
Say I need a single so here ya go
Nigga say he need a single I told em 24
She ask me am I single I told her damn right
Yeah she got a man but she single for the night
Single single single single single
She single for the night
Single single signle single single signle
I’m single for the night

Trap talk homie say he wanna single
Hood nigga [?] and a can of pringles
I get paid to hit the club I don’t come to mingle
How you let a nigga kill you on ya own single
Hit a single button and my whole top gone
Hit my plug up and put my whole block on
40 Glock on 32 shots strong, 70 bands 100 carats one watch on
I’m single 10 carats on my finger looking for a thick bad bitch like Trina
She committed but still let me hit it if it’s bout a single dollar then you know that I’m with it

[Chorus:]
Say I need a single so here ya go
Nigga say he need a single I told em 24
She ask me am I single I told her damn right
Yeah she got a man but she single for the night
Single single single single single
She single for the night
Single single signle single single signle
I’m single for the night

Sell em by the single but I buy em by the pairs
Talkin squares all white like some Nike Airs
Single horse on the car couple hundred grand
Single pots single stove single wedding bands
Yeah I’m married to the game what you know about it
Young fly rich nigga ask ya ho about it
4 singles in a split, pair of red bottoms
Yeah we rock’em like they jordans whole squad got’em
Single, dope boy announcement, standin on the couches middle finger to the bouncers
I am, like Queen Latifa I’m out here livin single ask about me in the hood I got more stripes than the Bengals

[Chorus:]
Say I need a single so here ya go
Nigga say he need a single I told em 24
She ask me am I single I told her damn right
Yeah she got a man but she single for the night
Single single single single single
She single for the night
Single single signle single single signle
I’m single for the night

YO GOTTI – Second Chance

[Hook:]
Baby mama left a nigga, got another man
Didn’t work out try to come back and geta second chance
Second chance, second chance
Yeah I love that ass to death but ain’t no second chance
If I fucked off with your friend
Would I get a second chance?
Guess I fuck too many hoes I need a second chance
Second chance, second chance
She may love your ass to death but ain’t no second chance

See bitches think they slick but then they act like niggas
Gon fuck off and then come back and act all sentimental
(Bitch!)
Pack your bags get out my house you know the bizz,
And you better not have no nigga round my fucking kids
See loyalty’s a must and trust is all we have
And I’m a street nigga so you know the math
Don’t put me in no shit cause you know what I will do
And if a nigga know my business I may have to kill you
Street code, freak home, fuck a bitch, anything goes
I think I fuck too many hoes, it’s karma maybe
Finally got the one I like and she gon drive me crazy

[Hook]

It goes once upon a time, I was on my grind
Yeah I fucked a couple hoes
Yeah she caught a nigga lying
Then I went out on the road,
Then she want to pay me back,
So she fucked another nigga,
When I get back I’m a kill her (damn)
Gave that hoe the world, she had my lil girl,
Got a nigga hot, put me on the spot (damn)
Guess that’s what I get get
Nigga round my bitch bitch
One thing bout it though we never working out shit bitch
I don’t need no counselor, I’m the type to cancel her
Used to buy her cars and louie bags and shit to pamper her
I guess I fuck too many hoes,
It’s come on maybe
Finally got the one I like
And she gon drive me crazy

[Hook x2]

YO GOTTI feat. Jadakiss – Red, White & Blue

United States of America, nigga
Land of the free
Nigga what you’d do for your country?
You know what I’d do for mine?
Everything but go to war, nigga
Yeah, I’m into it with niggas right around the corner from me
I ain’t gotta go out the motherfucking country to shoot them choppers nigga

[Hook:]
Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans
American, land of the free
National anthem shit
My country tis of thee
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Crip and Blood shit
Nigga I salute
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Cocaine shit
Nigga I salute

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Colombians and Mexicans, I’m tryna re-up
Stop the beat let’s get something understood, I stay G’d up
Maybach with my feet up, AK when I creep up
My young niggas rep Blood Gang, my OG’s rep Hoover
All I got is shooters, all we do is shoot up
Little bad b! tch got no ass, she must work at Hooters
Remember being in New York when the towers blew up
Now I got a 911 Porsche with the blue guts
Rims’ll make you throw up, something to make you blow up
Niggas getting little money, when you gon’ grow up?
Louis from the toe up, street nigga, so what?
Louis XIII and I just tell them b! tches poor up
WORK

[Hook:]
Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans
American, land of the free
National anthem shit
My country tis of thee
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Crip and Blood shit
Nigga I salute
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Cocaine shit
Nigga I salute

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Voila, haha, 18 wheeler fulla
Pounds of? green and thirty bricks inside a Honda
He don’t speak any English, all he know is numbers
That’s my mans he plug me he gon’ get me through the summer
He don’t know my name, him there just a runner
He pick it up and drop it off then he gets him yonder
Land of the free, run up if you wanna
Suicide mission, we got choppers in this Hummer
Red, white, and blue, I’m no politician
But I live in a white house so I feel presidential
I pledge allegiance to the flag, United Streets of America
In God we trust, in one we stand, I’ll always be a hustler
WORK

[Hook:]
Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans
American, land of the free
National anthem shit
My country tis of thee
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Crip and Blood shit
Nigga I salute
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Cocaine shit
Nigga I salute

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
[??? please send to us!]

[Hook:]
Colombians, Mexicans
Even got some work from the Dominicans
American, land of the free
National anthem shit
My country tis of thee
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Crip and Blood shit
Nigga I salute
Red, white, and blue
Red, white, and blue
Cocaine shit
Nigga I salute

YO GOTTI – Live From The Kitchen

Yeah
Ay,ay we finally here nigga, you know what I’m sayin
Live from the kitchen
I wanna introduce ya’ll to my band
One them name mr. pirex, mr. pot, mr. baking soda,
Know wha I mean, ha
It go live from the kitchen
Li-li-live from the kitchen, its me an my bands
Live from the kitchen, its me an my bands
Baking soda, test tube, pot, and the pan
Live from the kitchen, well over do
Ten mixtapes state I got a porsh in Bancoop,
Yeah that bitch got four doors,
I got four hoes on my screwed up click shit
Got me tippin on four fours
Yeah them knocks ran in my spot
Them bitches kicked down both doors
Confinscated both my choppers an took pitures of both stoves
Gang tags been on my ass, yeah they raided both my shows
Say I’m wearin too much white, I told em I represent dat blow
From the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen
It just me an my bands, shit get for real
Niggas start playin, I dont need a hundred niggas
It just me an my man bap
Two deep in that rega, red beam on that eagle
You can die about it, but you fight bout it
Niga ye ain’t goin witt me neither
Live from the kitchen it just a statement
Got that kush shit by the bells
An bitch I’m live from the basement
Got that purp in I can taste it
My time don’t you waste it
Niggas think they can start some beef
An then come back an erase it
I got benjamin on my faces, I got lawyers fightin my cases
You know me vs war bugs bunnys in my braclet
Bitch I’m live from the jewler, I am, just bought a rolla
An pin .. is you a dealer or a user
Wrist abuser, baby momma had it great
She like street niggas, she say I amuse her
Live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen
Fuckin bitches on tha dishes,
Bent her over on tha counter,
Right in front the money counter, (chee)
Kept her layin angainst tha fridgerator
Incase I get some anal
Thats a old word, I got old birds
I got old breads an these bitches small heads
I don’t trust niggas, I say they all feds (they is)
We at war wit niggas, an I want em all dead!
Live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen
It just me an my bands, pots, pans, pots an pans
Li-live from the kitchen, it just me an my band
When the beat break down let tha money machine roll
I been on tha road doin number cash shows
It juss, li-i, it just me an my bands
Live from tha kitchen, it just me an my man-zilla
What it do young nigga, we got our money right
Plus you got tha green light killa
At tha kitchen table playin dominoes
With some munich niggas, an some shiizty hoes, bitch
They smoke hella blunts, they play wit they nose
They get super high, then they take off they clothes
These hoes gun freaky I make em touch they toes
Ask’d her where she want it at, an she say both holes
Nah bitch I just want some mouth
Gimme some head right here on tha couch
I’m goin north bitch you goin south
I’m Y-O-G-O-T-T-I-. bitch you know what I’m bout
Gotti! from tha kitchen,
Li-li-live from the kitchen, it just me an my bands
I am, me an my bands, I am, me an my bands, I am
Live from the kitchen it just me an my bands, I am
…beep, its all there… beep, (li-li-live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen me an my bands, me an my bands)

YO GOTTI – Liar

[Yo Gotti speaks:]
A see you know, I hate to see a bitch in the club that… bitch ain’t bout shit but think she the motherfuckin’ world…

[Repeat 4x]
You’s a motherfuckin’ liar

Bitch dat purse ain’t yours, dem ass shots
Dem ain’t real curves
(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You don’t suck dick, you don’t swallow
You then took a couple pics now you a model
(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You acting a ass with ya taxes
But when april roll around you back relaxing
(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You got a head full of yaki
And got the nerve to be in the club acting
You wanna fuck w/ a nigga w/ money
But you a motherfuckin’ booster
Ho money ain’t even what you use to

Petty ass hoes, freak ass ready ass hoes
I’m tired of you pathetic ass hoes

Heard the word “ratchet”
Where ya kids? where ya job?
Where you live?
What you do? where ya car?
Bitch you got it bad

Who wanna blame ya babydaddy
Know he gave it to you when he had it

Bitch I heard you on fire
I don’t wanna fuck you anyway
Health department might come and get you anyday
Bitch you need to pray
Cause you let anybody hit it
Fuck these hoes man they anybody bitches
(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

[Chorus]
Bitch dat purse ain’t yours, dem ass shots
Dem ain’t real curves
You’s a motherfuckin’ liar

You don’t suck dick, you don’t swallow
You then took a couple pics now you a model
(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You acting a ass with ya taxes
But when april roll around you back relaxing
(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)
You got a head full of yaki
And got the nerve to be in the club acting

I just met this lil bad bitch
And she say she don’t fuck with niggas
But my nigga, he then already hit her
These bitches be confused

Heard you went half on some tru’s
Bitch them ain’t jimmy choo’s
Dem jimmy whos

This bitch was kinda famous
I ain’t gon lie I tried to help her
But I see why her last nigga left her
I gotta give her respect
Cause this bitch a write a check
Have a nigga fresh from his feet to his neck

Big shot ass hoes
Say you charge a nigga but you begging
Triflin ass hoes sharing leggings

Bitch you need to pray
Cause you let anybody hit it
Fuck these hoes man they anybody bitches
(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

[Chorus]
Bitch dat purse ain’t yours, dem ass shots
Dem ain’t real curves
(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You don’t suck dick, you don’t swallow
You then took a couple pics now you a model
(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

You acting a ass with ya taxes
But when april roll around you back relaxing
(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)
You got a head full of yaki
And got the nerve to be in the club acting

(you’s a motherfuckin’ liar)

[Yo Gotti speaks:]
I’m feeling dat motherfuckin’ Moët and I’m just sick of these bitches. See you bitches getting in the real bitches way you know what I’m saying, you bitches interfering. know what I mean, if you a real bitch I fuck w/ you. if you a real bitch I know wassup w/ you. if you a get-money hoe just know I fuck w/ you. if you a get-money bitch yeah I know wassup w/ you. ha!

YO GOTTI – Killa

[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:]
Picture me performing in an orpheum
A poor, living in the orphanage, damn
What my future hold? only god knows
Thats why I’m staying prayed up, and ten towns
Down on these clowns mean-fug forwns turn em up side down
Let smoke out the pound of the kush
Presidential like bush, whoops I mean to Barrack
Its a coupe but it don’t drop
Hard top killa

For I let another nigga disrespect my niggas, my hood, my family, I kill ‘em
Fuck em, I don’t feel em, when the beat drops nigga, gets realer

Any niggas can get it, any niggas can die
Any nigga can front like they real, any nigga can lie
Any nigga can make some money, only ganstas’ survive
And everybody can be gansta but any nigga can try, killa

Fourth peela, west side, white ville, MCI, [?], 201
Out in mason, no two for one
85% percent of your time nigga
85% percent of your grind nigga
85% percent of you rap niggas just sit here n lyin’ nigga
Now do what I do without trying nigga, killa

Open track, you hear the music? high hats, don’t confuse it
Cocaine, yay talk, money bags, white chalk
Murder, bitch I said murder, pah pah pah
I swiss cheese your convertible
Have you ever heard of the million dollar
Nigga that ain’t dropped in 48 months
Now that’s the word of the, realest nigga in this shit
Fuck the rules I bend that shit
Fuck the record labels, mayne I’m in this shit to win this shit
I ain’t on no gimic shit
All my ice in this shit
Ferraris, porsche, lambos, pass the new boy hear me shit
You got no consistency, pull up in some rental shit
1967 drop, yea I got some vintage shit
Yea I’m on some other shit, trying to get my brother rich
He been on that gudda gudda shit, you know that other shit
Now slow it down, speed it up, if your bitch open her legs
I’mma beat it up, killa killa killa head, bitch mouth game serious
Whatcha you say?

Flipping them pies, nigga I’m on it
I’m gotti george young of the game nigga
Who want it? a plug like Sosa and heart like tony
Its me against the world so you pussys’ don’t want it, killa

Killa
Killa
Killa

Killa
K stand for crazy
I stand for ignorant
I live large just some mars and all kinda shit [?]
I been through all kinda shit, apes, banana shit
You say you got goons, I got gorillas who be takin’ shit
You be on some fakin’ shit, cross ya man snakin’ shit
Niggas keep it real and say they life, I swear I hate that shit
Why you on that phoney shit? Have to cross your homie shit
Putting bitches over ya niggas? homie, I ain’t really on that shit

[?] I’m giving up, ‘fore a hater take my life, I’mma live it up
Killa, Killa, yea murder one, suspect, I’m the only one
Interrogation, 48, shit to say, Rodger Mason, we face to face
No co-defense, nigga I ain’t snitchin’, I know the business
Nigga ain’t no witness
Cut off the mic
Cut off the lights
Dr. Dre’s, Make sure they white
Stop the beat, pose, take a break
Breathe in the smells, then drop the bass
World Fair, section 8, lord help my people
See a brighter day, rich-crest apartments, real niggas
14, natural born killas, we choppa’ spittas, we work gettas
1000 lbs of mid, 18-wheelers, truck-loads, murda murda, kill kill
If I don’t sell a single record ima keep it real
Facts, nigga these are all facts
Went to school so cracked, got kicked out, came back
Shot at me, I bang back, .50 cal, aim that, blac blac blac, take that Killa

YO GOTTI – I Got Dat Sack

Bitch I’m Sacked up
Bitch I’m Racked up
Bitch I’m Stacked up

[Verse 1]
I Rock Gucci, Louis, Prada
Niggas know I shop at Saks
Yellow bone super fine
Know I’m hittin’ that from the back
If you see me in the club
Niggas know I got that strap
Security tried to search a nigga
But we comin’ thru the back
See the sparklers in the air?
You know them bottles on the way
CMG takin over mane
That’s all the DJ play
Right on, right on in the club with my white on
Shawty got something tight on
And if that’s your bitch then you might have to fight homes
Gripping on her ass, niggas say I’m disrespectful
I pulled up in that lamb, niggas say I disrepected ‘em
If I’m wanted then I’m running fast, know they gotta catch me
Niggas shot at me and missed
Oll the lord blessed him
I sell dope, I fuck hoes and make songs ’bout the shit
I rob niggas for they work and don’t feel wrong ’bout the shit
You a pussy ass nigga, you don’t belong with no bricks
I pop pills, I feel good, I mix patron with the shit

[Hook]
In the club goin’ hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin’ hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin’ hard, Niggas know I got that sack

[Verse 2]
Niggas standin’ on the couches, throwin’ signs on the club
V.I.P. Bitch I don’t wait in line at the club
It’s a photoshoot, fed takin pictures in this bitch
I’m a nice guy, buyin bitches liquor in this bitch
Got my fam with me, plus my nigga zilla in this bitch
I Don’t Give a Fuck I’m back on my Ridgecrest shit
Yellin “Thug Life”, Niggas on that 2Pac shit
Minnesotta twins bitch I’m on my two Glock shit
You niggas screwed up, put you on ya news box shit
Body found by the river, feed it cement bricks
Eww she nasty, she just had a semen dish
She suck the skin off the dick you should’ve seen this bitch
They say I’m nasty, I think I’mma clean this bitch
Shawty suck it so good, think I’ma clean this bitch
SIKE! She not the type to be a wife
She get her pass, for the night

[Hook]
In the club goin’ hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin’ hard, Niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, Niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin’ hard, Niggas know I got that sack

YO GOTTI – I Don’t Like

A fuck nigga thats the shit I don’t like.
Phantom drop and I want it all white.
Imma astronaut I’m taking off tonight, if I fuck your bitch I’m giving her long pipe.
My bitch she got a bitch, so my bitch dyke.
My niggas got new choppas they come with the knife
Gun fights, On sight! Police ass niggas call em “blue lights”.
Multi-Millionaire bitch I’m self paid, they think I’m MMG cause I’m self made.
Demeanor got this money by my damn self, fuck a label I may sign my damn self.

Hating niggas, fake bitches thats that shit I don’t like.
Fake jewelry, fake clothes thats that shit that ain’t right.
Designer (thats suede nigga), Grinder (thats a bag nigga) thats the shit I don’t like so bitch you ain’t even gotta ask a nigga!

I’m loaded, I’m faded, I’m blessed bitch i made it!
Pop a bottle, congrats hoe! Play with me, I’m strapped hoe!
Front door that valet, champagne and rose’.
Geeked up, sneaked up them mollys got that hoe going crazy.

A fuck niggaaa thats that shit I don’t like.
A snitch nigaaa thats that shit I don’t like.
A bitch niggaaa thats that shit I don’t like.
Sneak dissaas thats that shit I don’t like.
Don’t like (don’t like)
A snitch niggaaa thats that shit I don’t like.
Don’t like (don’t like)
A bitch niggaaa thats that shit I don’t like.

YO GOTTI feat. Rick Ross – Harder

[Verse 1:]
Ok the beat go hard but I go harder
I can die a drug dealer but I’m smarter
Pair of forgiato rims I could of brought a charger
But dem bitches make the lambo look a little more harder
King of my city north memphis we’re like holla
Blood gang crips too we gon eat regardless
See me on the news yeah I beat em charges
All they do is runnin gunnin and a dodgin
Blood shed my niggas in the fed my nigga Gucci die
I can’t let nuthin slide
Ridgecrest where I resign Ridgecrest what I provide
Young nigga with them choppas ’cause I know they gonna ride
Fuck if I die today I went to church I pay my tax
I leave my son a couple million dollars so I did alright
Hard ain’t no nigga in this streets that built like me sold bricks like me
Mexico took trips like me
Texaco ain’t nothin but gas if I was u nigga down my past
I break bread so no fuck me nigga I’m a real nigga and I was built to last

[Hook:]
Hard hard I’m hard hard hard I’m hard
Hard hard I’m hard
In the kitchen I whip it harder
Top drop ridin harder
Hard hard I’m hard hard hard I’m hard
In the kitchen I Whip it harder
Real nigga I live harder
Hard hard I’m hard

[Verse 2:]
The streets go hard but I go harder
I know what didn’t meant mo money mo fuckin problems
I know young money like I’m dwayne carter
Remember my life a real nigga if I die tomorrow
I’m harder met a bitch in the mazda
Put the bitch in the range rover
Cause she suck dick till tomorrow
Head 4 24 hours 24 brick or powder
24s on my platnmium neek 50k on the chandelier
Nozzle like a castle bitch white like alaska
Got instrumentals sold all white on my mercedes shit nasa
Pulled off in that ‘rari took off like I’m nasa
Nigga playin dem games with me she’ll fuck you if you answer
She smarter better get she harder better yet you pussy
Then why them bitches charge ya

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Strip moneys strip moneys got on my wall
I’m going so hard I know I got more than dough
Got the beamer the bentley triple-black mercedes-benz
Got me 5 mill in cash time to get it again
From reebok to surrock came a long way from the blocks
Baby girl I don’t wed cause shit I’ve driven it rocks
Licking shots that you pussies my stock fresh shot through the roof
As I shoot for the stars I’m shootin buying a coup
I know I won’t live forever but stocking up like I will
I know you niggas ain’t real but I fuck you like u is
48 laws 36 hoes 57 nets all black tip-toein
26 inch rims chrome mac 11 doing right so hard but I pray I get to heaven

[Hook]

YO GOTTI feat. Big K.R.I.T., Big Sean and Wiz Khalifa – Go Girl

[Hook]
Go girl, a go girl
A top notch thoroughbred pro girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it
She a go girl, a go girl
All night putting on a show girl
She go go live
She go go silly yo
I tell her bring it back
She go go get it

[Yo Gotti]
I got this girl thats so addictive
She call and say she miss me
I tell her I’ma visit next time I’m in her city
I turn ya World to Gotti world, shawty bring ya ticket
Jimmy Choo and Red Bottoms, shawty we can kick it
I take her on trips, her boyfriend be trippin’
Takes off on the menu, tryna hear it
Tattoos and piercings, Gucci shoes
Kiss just as fresh as she be, she serious
All I do is ball and all she fuck is winners
To take her to the mall she don’t wanna go to dinner
She a go girl and I’m tryna get wit her
Have her looking right I had to follow her on Twitter
She a go girl…

[Hook]

[Wiz Khalifa]
Go go, keep on going
I’ll be somewhere throwing money, blowing on that potent
Money in my bank account, pockets hella swollen
And a model girlfriend so for them cameras we be posing
We just go go, anywhere we wanna
Got a weed connect from Tennessee to California
Twenty grand in Paris, blowing on that Mary
Yo’ bitch on my Johnson cause I’m ballin’ like I’m Larry
And I play my part. I’m out here with the bosses
And she know this from the start, get 30K to show
That mean we both be going hard
Don’t smoke it, roll the weed up
If she broke she’ll get her g’s up
If she slow she up to speed cause she a

[Hood]

[Big Sean]
Okay now woah there, keep going throwin that big booty thong
She wear her heart on her sleeve
Now she just Comme des Garcon’ing
I wake up and show you what this Cockle doodle do in the morning
I swear that pussy so good good, I wish I could clone it
Okay, go girl, go girl
My new bitch, ya old girl
She buss it open for me like a show girl
Call me king than tell me that its your world
Her body Jamaica but the vagina is Asian
I swear thats hour glass shaped and that just remind me time wasting
Okay, fuck around I might taste it
And if I throw it back at her than she probably gon chase it
Cause she a go girl…

[Hook]

YO GOTTI – Fuck Your Bestfriend

I gotta stay consistent niggas know they like the sound
And if the bitch thick then Imma dick the bitch down
Niggas start cuffing hoes soon as I come around
You tryna save the hoe she fucking soon as you ain’t around
(You tryna save the hoe she fucking soon as you ain’t round)

I just wanna fuck your bestfriend for one night only (only) and when I fuck your bestfriend you better not fuck my homie (homie)
Just wanna fuck your bestfriend for one night only (only) you think that bitch your bestriend, but she be all on me (on me)

I just wanna touch da bitch, fuck da bitch,
Like a bud don’t trust the bitch.
Never on no sucka shit make a fuck another bitch name Kesha, thats my cousin bitch keep it in the family
He fucked her first he fucked again, but then he passed the bitch to me.
Tristian was a christian bitch psycho kind of mistress bitch i always wondered what she do cause she had all kind of shit.
Balllinnn NBA niggas they took care of the bitch.
Some how she always fuck with me and I don’t give her no dick.
So [?] I ain’t gon say no names bitch, but your bestfriend eshia….head off the chain bitch.
Asked you bout a 3-some you was on some lame shit now you on MTO guess you want some things bitch
I got a cruch on your bestfriend, thing for your sista shooting at these hoes like a ratified pistol.
I almost had the bitch the other night but I missed her next time I’m shooting at that bitch with a mistle.
These bitches talk to much, good thing I ain’t a trick these bitches cost to much.
They say I floss to much I let my whip get them hoes, I let my swag do the talking, my eyes take off they clothes.

I wanna fuck your bestfriend for one night only (only) and if I fuck your bestfriend you better not fuck my homie (homie)
I wanna fuck your bestfriend for one night only (only) you think that bitch your bestriend, but she be all on me (on me)

You know how the story go, bitches’ll do anything you ain’t been married a whole month she fucked your best man.
I wanna fuck your bestriend sonya, home girl tonya seen her in the club walked up on her said I want her.
That bitch was gun thick fuck the dumb shit I’m tryna smash on her shawty was petite but now she got a ass on her
Tonight can be the night we have a one night stand, if you really like a nigga bring your 2 bestfriends.
I’m in the streets tryna get it you complaining and bitching hoe you getting on my nerves thats why I fucked your beautician
I had this red bitch jessica, my partner end up cuffing her but I can still fuck the bitch even though he in love wit her.

I just wanna fuck your bestfriend for one night only (only) and when I fuck your bestfriend you better not fuck my homie (homie)
Just wanna fuck your bestfriend for one night only (only) you think that bitch your bestriend, but she be all on me (on me)

YO GOTTI – Enemy Or Friend

Say, I’m a rapper, motherfucker, fuck that,
I’m not trapping, motherfucker, I let it happen, motherfucker,
I win again, put my niggas out. If you say you ain’t it, to each zone.
I don’t owe you shit, what you do for me?
You ain’t say I didn’t work, you ain’t shoot for me.
And the nigga teared me down when I ain’t around.
But when I pull up is the other way around.
Real nigga this, real nigga that,
Real niggas treat me with respect and you’re a pussy, nigga.

So keep looking, nigga, keep your word to yourself before they have to buck up, nigga.
Might shook a nigga, took a nigga birth
‘Cause I take a piss to nigga’s work. Watch your mouth, homie.
One nigga hating on my ground,
I’m from the city but they don’t want me to shine.
I don’t get it, niggas trying to hold me down,
I think they don’t want me to climb to the top,
But they’re playing decline.

I’m in war with my enemies, watching niggas so close to me,
My young nigga is riding that and this I ain’t forced to be.
They’re hating the ultra-hack, I’m keeping it all for me,
Is you first to question later, ’cause this I ain’t forced to be.

And every day I wake up I face the haters
Knowing I’m not forced to be this way.
Even my own home boys, they’re playing games, dog,
And describe, I put ‘em in their place.
If I kill a nigga will they rip in my scenes?
Hustling day and night, I try to get a new this,
Is you an enemy or friend?

What I’m supposed to do, back against the wall,
Strap on my dog, real me, blind if I don’t fall.
They say when the smoke bursts lot of niggas they won’t be around.
My young niggas, down, homie, down. Thug life.
Outlaw, feeling like on pop,
Put that stramp on his ass, then the nigga stays in shock.
Ambulance came, then it take his ass to the doc,
And when the white boy come, nigga, I ain’t trying to talk.
Is he MG for life, exercise your muscle, you gotta tie your hustle.
Get your money, my nigga, don’t get caught in the shuffle.
I play the cars on a deal, I bet it all and double,
And I never lost money to suckers, others is dead.

Every day I wake up I face the haters
Knowing I’m not forced to be this way.
Even my own home boys, they’re playing games, dog,
And describe, I put ‘em in their place.
If I kill a nigga will they rip in my scenes?
Hustling day and night, I try to get a new this,
Is you an enemy or friend?

I’m in war with my enemies, watching niggas so close to me,
My young nigga is riding that and this I ain’t forced to be.
They’re hating the ultra-hack, I’m keeping it all for me,
Is you first to question later, ’cause this I ain’t forced to be.

YO GOTTI – CPR

They compare me to the rappers out the south, Who outdated
And the other ones who had a couple hits, but barely even made it
When they doubt me and they out me, make me stronger, make me face it
But I know I’m not a phase, I’mma be one of the greatest
In beginning, when I first started and I had dreams
Didn’t wanna stop, wanna ta be a lyricist
Then I switch the whole flow up, then started rapping about dope, got caught on that jewelery shit
Before young Jeezy started rapping detailed about dope, I thought niggas don wanna hear that shit
I could’ve done that shit 5 years fore hime, but they come along with them sentences
Must have went to New York like a million times, got a mil’ on a table, I ain’t even sign
One out two and I turned it down, did a lot of shit in this life of mine
I ain’t have to help, I had to grind, no complaints
These rap niggas, I know em all, 99% niggas lying

It go industry, Vegas fuck, you don’t like me shut me up
Niggas saying hip hop’s dead, CPR, wake em up
Flat line heartbeat, game in a coma
Nigga, I’m a dope boy, I do what I wanna

Grew up upon the Al-Qaeda, neighborhood, I was an outcast
In the middle of my hood, what break three stacks, get a hundred twenty five in a glad bag
And we got big boy guns, hold hundred
That’s for any pussy ass nigga wanna run up
What it do, Ross? What’up, Wayne? Salute, Stunner, Gucci Mane
Niggers ask me why I never done a song with Plies
What’s Understood don’t got to be explain so I never reply
Race for the money, never get tired
Plug on the way, he never retire
Order a Hundred and put that on my name
Is death on the money, it’s blood on my chain
That .40 we got bodies, niggers killing for hobbies
We got hoes in the room, we got hoes in the lobby
Bitches fucking for free, niggers killing for pennies
CMG that the team, we in the streets and we winning

[HOOK]

Remember Sosa told Tony not to fuck with me
Then then Sosa sent them boys at him a hundred deep
Then Tony wanna go in but he ain’t deep
So Tony should have listen to what Sosa said
But he was fucking with that dope and he won’t focus
Read between the lines, I’m talking to you locals
I’m talkin to any nigga that want war
Then let me get my M’s up, you don want war

[HOOK]

I wanna plant of marijuana
Not a plant, but a field
Not a field, but a dome
See niggas cook yay
Serve fiends same home
Same niggers G’d up
Bitch up, same zone
I wanna look at niggers different, but I can’t
I wanna try to trust these bitches, but I ain’t
Nigga instagraming cars that they know ain’t theirs
You can be a fake rapper, now days nobody cares

YO GOTTI – Buy Out

A hundred miles and running, niggas going at the end of me
Niggas switching sides, give me nothing like it’s the end of me.
Niggas having family, but I know these niggas into me.
Pown me, thug it to the motherfucker sin is me.
I’m a train the topic time down, bitch, I’m riding in a ‘rarri.
If you don’t like me, than I’m sorry.
I ain’t og, I’m just being me, fucking pretty clear.
I rap about this shit, ’cause I did it.
Life don’t change, neither do the game,
Niggas getting money, but the rules stay the same.
Who I’m gonna sound with, who I wanna ground with?
That’s my only question, nigga, see ‘em G I’m down with.
Cocaine mirrors, cold money guns, every nigga I fuck with with the g I make them bun,
So I never leave the house without my chain on my gut,
Got on my old boy Gucci so I fresh pearl once.

See, nigga, see, I feel like I wanna release, nigga,
I got to face earth, you know what I mean?
And then I got nothing to do and get no money
And that, nigga, that be a hundred.
That be a hundred with yourself, that be a hundred with the niggas,
A hundred with you, you know what I mean?
Man, I got a lot of young nigga around me, nigga,
And that’s straight of low life family, nigga, could kill for each other,
That thing is real.

Murder was the case, nigga, jump a hoardal with a race nigga, down
Then I put it in your face, to the face, on my case, nigga,
Told my lawyer go to trial, I’m doing it big in the meanwhile.
If I lose, place a riot for me, if I die don’t stay fire for me,
Pour on some liquor and get higher for me,
I’m doing this thing for my home boys,
I have it, oh, lord, so surely can avoid.
I came here speaking from my heart for some time around
Am I a real rapper or just a nigga on lands?
I don’t know, I’m confused, do I suppose to be rich?
You know that hoe ain’t your hoe, she’s your supposed to be bitch.
No supposed to be clip, I want no allias,
You see ‘em G, homie and we don’t franchise.
I get green gas off the whipe ass, don’t get in that pot
And he get bout time.
Hallelujah, bless my shooters, serve my jazle, watch him hit that shooter.
Fuck that rap shit, I don’t fit in,
How they fuck boys, how they fake friends.
Streets on fire, plug on gold mode, streets so damn dry, I might get a truck load.
Fuck your country, I won’t sign it, labels keep calling me, but I don’t call back.

YO GOTTI feat. Jadakiss – Ain’t No Turning Around

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I’m from the hard knock life, that all white life
Pop a wheelie on that 4 wheeler yea that’s that bike life
Niggas ghost like casper catch me in a ghost with drop head after
You a slave master, rob your own kind blind lean blind
And I ain’t join your team cause I got my own grind
Got my own mind, sold my own 9′s, fifty five hundred like a hundred’s some times

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Once you put your hand on that pot
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Once you bush your first Glock
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
Once you jump off that porch (young nigga)
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around
These streets hot as a torch (young nigga)
Ain’t no turning around, ain’t no turning around

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I’m from the hard knock life, that all black life
It’s making sales on a mountain bike, yeah, that’s that crack life
Break a whole one down and sell ‘em all next
Couple days later, four door six
Love to let the semi spray every day’s a henny day
Fuck it they gon charge you like you an adult anyway
Yeah, just look at those that took a nap
When you’re on the road to riches, nigga, ain’t no looking back

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Shots fired men down, say’s he was hands down
Police brutality, nigga, this reality
Trayvon Martin in a all black hoodie
Young nigga big 40 waiting on a bully
Big benz is the world on drugs
Watching CNN and seen my God damn plug
Watching BET and seen my God damn self
I have more love for these streets than my God damn self

[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
Uhh Yea haha!
Young niggas wyling, shooting shit rapidly
To give him ten years, they do that happily
They don’t understand, they bringing down the faculty
Ain’t worried about the fronters, it’s the niggas that’s in back of me
Grown man bI, and that’s how they handle it
Reputation is everything, it’s over when you’re damaging
Money is easy to get, is just hard to manage it
Always remember the rules before you put your hand in it

[Verse 5: Yo Gotti]
Before you put your hand in it
You got to be the man in it
You Got to understand it, got to know the rules to the game
Got to sacrifice, got to know it’s a five year sentence for a brick of white
That’s if your record clean Lord knows it’s a poor sight
Caugh up in the snitch, smash on em’ you don’t match now
Remember what I told you, fuck it, you can turn your back now
Once upon a time he was real, he a rat now
Never turn your back on niggas that you thug with
Bitch that you really like, never fall in love with
Never seen you plug with the money up front
If you smoke get your own kush don’t hit a nigga blunt
Remember dope gon sale and bitches gonna leave
Soon Niggas go to jail, so that’s a day from hell
Young nigga oh well, thinking he a player
Now he living through his pictures on the wall and his mall
But he ain’t tell, so nigga I salute em’
And when he hit the streets again, making sure he eat again
He won’t be a beast again, hit em’ with a key again
For eighteen five, young nigga go live

YO GOTTI feat. Gucci Mane, Trina & Nicki Minaj – 5 Star (Remix)

Cheaaa
Ay you kno I’m lukin 4 a 5 star bitch tlkn bout (bur)
I’m talkin home girl be lukin lyk she jus stepped outta a magazine
I’m tlkn niggas I’m gon b sumthin serious

[Gucci Mane:]
Gotti here go twelve bars
Gucci mane got 9 cars
We don’t call em dimes no more
09′ we call em 5 stars
I’m a 5 star nigga
Dis a 5 star click
Dats a 645
Dis dat new m6
Pay ha bills get ha hair fixed
Might even pay ha rent
And dha way she give it to me
Best money I eva spent
I can’t even lie (why)
I’m so supa high (I)
Do not need ha;
Will not keep ha
Unless she is fly
Gucci manes a thug b
Ya man is a scrub c
She loves me now
She loves you not
Yea all mii bitches love me
And if you in atlanta
Look up gucci girl and beep me
And we can find a 5 star hotel you can meet me

Dats a 5 star chick
Dats a 5 star chick
Dats a 5 star chick
Now dats a 5 star chick
If yo credit score high
Feet and nails stay fly
Keep ya juice box wet
Nd ya head sumtin fine
You a five star chick
You a five star chick
You a five star chick
You a 5 star chick
I want a five star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I want a five star chick

[Yo Gotti:]
It’s ya bo yo gotti
I do grade A shit
I’m dha realist nigga walkin
And dis dha remix
And still I’m am lukin
4 a 5 star chick
When I catch ha
I’m a bless ha
With a 5 star kiss
She a natural born hustla
She ain’t chasin no sukas
On a mission for a real nigga
She ain’t neva fucked a busta
So ya cars nd ya jewley dat she really dnt excite
And all dem hatin ass hoes in dha club wanna fite her
She was born in dha A
Went to school in DC
Gta job in dallas texas
Den moved to tennessee
If you ain’t a 5 star
Need to go ahead and face it
Fake gucci fake louis
Shawty dat’ll make you basic

Dat ain’t a 5 star chick
It ain’t a 5 star chick
It ain’t a 5 star chick
It ain’t a 5 star chick

[Trina:]
See I’m a 5 star bitch
Cause I ain’t dat otha (otha) chick
She been strugglin for hers
From dha womb I been rich
I ain’t gotta talk about da money in da shoe game
All you gota do is google trina
See da proof mane
Cause ain’t nun of deese hoes
Doin shows in a recession
Dey cars get declinned
Now dey sufferin a depression
While I’m spendin meals
Signin all kinda deals
I’m a 5 star bitch
Eatin 5 star meals
My whole life style
Like comin to america
All my louis luggage
You see my bag how I carry ha
Walkin through the airport
Like I’m in a parade
On my hollogram
Loggin on the e-trade

Dats a 5 star chick
Dats a 5 star chick
Dats a 5 star chick
Now dats a 5 star chick
If yo credit score high
Feet and nails stay fly
Keep ya juice box wet
Nd ya head sumtin fine
You a five star chick
You a five star chick
You a five star chick
You a 5 star chick
I want a five star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I need a 5 star chick
I want a five star chick

[Nicki Minaj:]
I just had a epipahany
I need to go to tiffanys
Fendi on my slippers
And my cookies always slippery
I don’t need help
I pay dha bills on time
So I be yellin fuk’em
With a dildo sign
5 little mama
You a 3 star
I ain’t sleepin when I say
I’m in my dream car
Oh did I stutta
Harajuku hyphen
Barbie
I’m hot I think it’s time to put the rice in
I was in the chair
I was gluen my weave in
When you hit the stage
Dey was booin and leavin
Yuh money red flag
No more auditio’(n)s
Ask lil wayne who dha 5 star bitch is

Dats a 5 star chick
Dats a 5 star chick
Dats a 5 star chick
Now dats a 5 star chick