Testo Rich Nigga - Yo Gotti
Testo della canzone Rich Nigga (Yo Gotti), tratta dall'album The Return
I just threw a band out at Magic
I just had a whole sack for a package
Quarter mil in the mattress
That's a thirty hanging out that ratchet
I just fucked your re-up off at Onyx
A thirty, that ain't nothing, I'm being honest
Trap jumping like it's Sonic
And I'm in the Phantom 'cause I own it
I been in the trap house all night
Got me counting money all morning
Nigga, rest up and I'm yawning
I may fall asleep in this foreign
She jumped in this Phantom with no draws on
Baby daddy wanna put them paws on her
But he a sucker and he know it
He fuck around and try to put the laws on me
I been getting money for a long time
Bitch, I'm on these pills, this the wrong time
I just threw a ten out in Follies
I just gave two stripper bitches molly
In the condo, in the condo
Units in the kitchen, choppers at the front door
Fifty fourth floor looking down at the city
Rich nigga fuck your bitch on a ticket
I just threw a band out at Magic
I just had a whole sack for a package
Quarter mil in the mattress
That's a thirty hanging out that ratchet
I just fucked your re-up off at Onyx
A thirty, that ain't nothing, I'm being honest
Trap jumping like it's Sonic
And I'm in the Phantom 'cause I own it
I got a lot of money, that's them lil heads
But if you was a threat, you would've been dead
But I be with the shits, you niggas been scared
Don't come to me with all that he said, she said
I just bought the with no stones in it
I like all my houses with no phones in it
I like all my bitches to have problems
So I can be the one to solve 'em
Fuck that nigga, baby, yeah, fuck him
Once you get right, we gon' pull up on him
Show him what he missing then we laugh at him
Treat him like a stripper, throw a bag at him
Yeah, pick them dollars up, pick them dollars up
He ain't got no money but a million followers
Heard them pussy niggas talking like they shot at us
On the low, them niggas always tryna holler at us
I just threw a band out at Magic
I just had a whole sack for a package
Quarter mil in the mattress
That's a thirty hanging out that ratchet
I just fucked your re-up off at Onyx
A thirty, that ain't nothing, I'm being honest
Trap jumping like it's Sonic
And I'm in the Phantom 'cause I own it
And it got curtains and it got curtains
Told baby girl put this forty in her purse
That's a Chanel bag and they know they ain't gon' search it
You ever say a word about my business, I'ma hurt you, bitch
That's for real
I just threw a band out at Magic
I just had a whole sack for a package
Quarter mil in the mattress
That's a thirty hanging out that ratchet
I just fucked your re-up off at Onyx
A thirty, that ain't nothing, I'm being honest
Trap jumping like it's Sonic
And I'm in the Phantom 'cause I own it
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Writer(s): Singleton
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