On Everythang Lyrics - Yo Gotti

intro: 

A homie 

See im a real nigga 

I put that on everythang 

I do, I does, I am nigga, haaa 

verse 1: 

My watch right and my chain swang 

Big strap with my aim game 

Baby momma my main bitch 

Fuck with me we in the same check 

Lambo im in both lanes 

Club packed im wearin both chainz 

2 chainz, I salute, we call the booth no hoe man 

Dope talk thats cold man 

T-shirt thats a whole thang 

36, white shit, niggaz already know man 

Its fuck you, its fuck me, damn right she a hoe man 

Left you, move me, that shit dont go man 

Aston Martin, off set, that bitch look boo leg 

Street talk, get money, hustle hard ima pro at it 

Fuck chestaz, I po at it 

Rozay, I mo at it 

Im in the club, goin hard, now I got my hoes at it 

Cat fight, bright lights, AP, 30 grand 

40 all from the levis but the chain peace thats 100 band 

Got 100 men with 100 guns and all white look like the kool klutz klan 

1000 problems and 100 hoes, get off the road thats 100 shows 

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Chorus: 

Im golded up on everythang 

Goin hard on every lane 

Im a fool my bread game 

She a fool her head came 

Hey, thats on everythang 

Hey hey, thats on everythang 

everythang, everythang, on everythang, thats on everythang 

Golded up on everythang 

Goin hard on every lane 

Im a fool my bread game 

She a fool her head came 

Hey, thats on everythang 

Hey hey, thats on everythang 

Swear to god on everythang 

Play with me you a dead man 

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Verse 2: 

My glock cocked and my beam on 

Money up and my team strong 

Eat, sleep, and shit money 

Racks on racks my ringtone 

Bang Bang my theme song 

Millionaire my dream song 

God sent me an angel, so now i can put my team on 

Had a loss, at the bank, shake yo hands and make a deposit 

True religion, rock jeans, Gucci throw in my whole closet 

These niggaz leave with my city star 

Gotti real but these niggaz flaw 

Murder murder with my yung niggaz 

Stay the fuck out our apartments 

We run that bitch like the fuckin carter 

Lil mo grams but a lil mo smarter 

Runnin to the side cuz we gon make them bombs and 

We gon go to court and we gon beat them charges 

66 hey nigga how you mobbin 

Always broke nigga how you robbin 

Target practice where you bithces headed 

All you doing is bullet dodging 

Got a bullet charge its all great 

With them chrome rims and them pipes barking 

Black tent with that black 40 

When the windows down you see numbers barkin 

Pow, niggaz bodies droppin 

Niggaz made a client partner switch a side 

And im just in Miami on the beach, ridin down ocean drive 

Chorus: 

Im golded up on everythang 

Goin hard on every lane 

Ima fool my bread game 

She a fool her head came 

Hey, thats on everythang 

Hey hey, thats on everythang 

everythang, everythang, on everythang, thats on everythang 

Golged up on everythang 

Goin hard on every lane 

Ima foo lmy bread game 

She a fool her head came 

Hey, thats on everythang 

Hey hey, thats pn everythnag 

Swear to god on everythang 

Play with me you a dead man