Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Vocals
10Percent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Pierce Mackey
Songwriter
Salomon Naar Gonzalez
Songwriter
Jack Richmeier
Songwriter
David A. Marcus
Songwriter
Brian White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SoundByBreezy
Producer
BrianXWhite
Producer
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
DiemOnDeck
Producer
Jahk
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, ****, whatever
Yeah, bitch, it whatever
Yeah, I am
[Verse 2]
I'll never let my **** down
Nah, I never put some choppers down
Hit your bitch when I come in town
She ain't never let a **** down
[Verse 3]
I just went up the score, I got ten different hoes
They swear that they go with a ****
I'm a superstar, we duck off on the low
She know not to take no pictures
[Verse 4]
Blow, put a **** 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
[Verse 5]
Ten, got tеn bad bitches in a mansion dancin'
It look like the Soul Train
I'm on an aеroplane, pourin' up purple
It look like the Soul Plane
[Verse 6]
We do real numbers, real chef
Benihana's, I'll take a **** under
Watch 300, these the new Yeezy's
Before they drop, yeah, call 'em Donda's
Jay say 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 mamma
[Verse 7]
Yo Gotti, he a Hall of Famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck ****
Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' ****
**** say they slidin', nobody dyin' though
You're networking the four, but what was they lying for?
[Verse 8]
Yeah, go dollar for dollar, shotter for shotter
We can go thottie for thottie
I'm scholarship Gotti
You gave a bitch a Birkin, I just gave her some knowledge
[Verse 9]
I'm on some rocker shit
She was basic, I made her a model bitch
Lenny Kravitz, I pull up, start rockin' shit
She athletic, she built like a soccer bitch
.45 but that .9 got a softer kick
Don't slip 'cause I drip when I'm walkin', bitch
I be rollin' that jay with some bosses, shit
Rondo got .9 on my hip
[Verse 10]
Like Steph, put thirty in the clip, I'm equipped
Lay a **** flat on the floor like a quilt
I just ran off on the plug like a bill
I'm at the top like I'm King of the Hill
She freaky, she poppin' that pussy like a pill
I'm tryna fuck, I'm just keepin' it real
That pussy be bald and wet like a seal
Since corona, that young **** ill
[Verse 11]
Get turned to a donor, you play with my bills
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
Young **** sick, young **** ill
[Verse 12]
All of my **** united
Just ballin' to DC United
I gave him the pack and he tanked it
Twenty-five pints and he dranked it
Just showed her my account and she fainted
Showed him the plug and he thanked me
Hey Gotti, you low, you janky
Lil' bitch just posted me, brainless
[Verse 13]
Rolls-Royce stainless steel, made my neighbourhood famous
Rich catch for tourists, aye, why your jewellery blurry?
All my jewellery flawless, all my **** stallers
None of my **** sanctified, they be throwin' crosses
All my Forgis offset, all my diamonds factory set
That my lil' savage, I stamped that, my bitch like the sunset, yeah
[Verse 14]
I see the same **** doin' the same shit every day
Different ****, yeah, I had to go and make a way
Any day it's another million-dollar play
It's like 70 mill' now, another 100 on the way
Written by: Brian White, Bulat Malikov, David A. Marcus, Jack Richmeier, Mario Mim Richmeier, Mario Mims, Olexandr Turchenko, Pierce Mackey, Salomon Naar Gonzalez