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Yo Gotti - Crypto (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Salomon Naar Gonzalez
Salomon Naar Gonzalez
Songwriter
Jack Richmeier
Jack Richmeier
Songwriter
Gaetano Aliotta
Gaetano Aliotta
Songwriter
Momchil Jelev
Momchil Jelev
Songwriter
Leonard E. Sanders Sr.
Leonard E. Sanders Sr.
Songwriter
Brian White
Brian White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SoundsbyBreezy
SoundsbyBreezy
Producer
Jahk
Jahk
Producer
BrianXWhite
BrianXWhite
Producer
LoneGud
LoneGud
Producer
VALXR
VALXR
Producer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Recording Engineer
Leo Goff
Leo Goff
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I guess this shit like a freestyle Lay it back though To be the have or the have not I seen niggas sellin' dope through Cash App I'm seein' gangster nigga talkin' cryptocurrency I had faith in my dog, but what that earned me? Disloyalty, I hate it with a passion That was my nigga, but he crossed me out in fashion You can never repay me for the trust you destroyed Only God knows the shit I tried to avoid And the shit that I supported, I did it proudly, loudly Hundred round chopper, that's the wild me Hoppin' out the bounded vehicle, quarter key, Glock 23 Now we havin' meetings 'bout Metaverses and NFTs 20 million in taxes, who would ever believe? The shit I done achieved, sometimes I don't believe I used to get a thousand pound, now they legalize weed But I got niggas in the Feds that still ain't free I'd sell a brick and put blues in my pocket (pocket) Now they talkin' digital money and wallets My hard drive, yeah, hard drive I remember my first million was hard to have Got a message to the real nigga (what's that?) You cannot defeat the internet, no matter what, so chill nigga Don't get distracted by the money You too relaxed, you livin' life, but I remember you was hungry Nigga gotta keep that hunger Nigga buyin' bitches Birkin, nigga ain't takin' care of they momma, I don't respect it (can't respect it) I see some flaw shit, I'll check it, you nigga pathetic (pathetic) Nigga ain't takin' care of they kids, but they flexin' Spent a hunnid on a Cuban in the projects Let the money make the money, nigga, that's the process Niggas takin' pills man-made, that shit processed But scared to take a vaccination shot, this shit make no sense Niggas want a bad bitch so bad They accept the bitch past, even if the ho toxic I'm tryna do the opposite Take a good girl, bring her into my world, put her on some mob shit Show her how to turn a 60 to a hunnid mill' Show her how to turn a hood life to Beverly Hills Vacation out the Porsche, she go and buy a crib Her brother know some fake gangsters, that's how it really is Yeah, that's how it really is Her brother know some fake gangsters, that's how it really is No internet thuggin' over here We don't do none, no lie Everythin' cold Quit mixin' real life with the internet You know what I mean? I don't know the fuck what generation you was born in
Writer(s): Mario Mims, Jack Thomas Richmeier, Gaetano Aliotta, Momchil Jelev, Brian White, Saloman Gonzalez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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