Rico Lyrics - Cm5: White Friday - Yo Gotti

Ooooh 

Niggas like talk yo shit Gotti, these niggas don't know what's up 

Nigga hating on you, you boutta tell em 

It's coooooool 

(Hahaha) This the money call right now 

Look, old money, new niggas I don't really feel 'em 

Copped that Lamb off the lot, I can't wait to kill 'em 

New crib like the mall, can't fill the closets 

Back n forth to the bank, too many deposits 

And that's cool, rockin 'em Robins and Giuseppes 

Niggas ungrateful ain't no more happy 

Please quit axin me for them selfies (Urgh) 

I don't take pictures with niggas, (Can't do that) 

I take em picture with hoes 

He got a bitch and she cheat on him wit bitches 

Them my relationship goals 

Old problems, new beef, shit may never end 

If we ain't broke bread, got no money, we ain't friends 

Quit callin me bruh, I ain't yo brother, nigga we ain't kin 

(We ain't brothas) 

Blood thicker than water, nigga nah, shit thin 

Whole label got me here honestly 

I got em young gangstas under me 

I got them niggas gon gun for me 

I'm trynna get me a hunnid piece 

On the cool I'm talkin like a hunnid mill 

Multi-millionaire but I'm a hunnid still 

Shotgun duplex with a hunnid thou 

I can show you how a hunnid feel 

I can show you how a hunnid click up 

If you fuck up then you lose a twenny-five 

Half a quarter for twenny five 

Partna under twenty one and got a twenty-five (Ooooh) 

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Lawyer paid, buns, made niggas got a friend (Got a friend) 

Got a bun, yo partna left in jail (That ain real) 

Same nigga give you chopper tell you go kill (Yaaw niggas) 

That what yo niggas call real then I guess I ain't real 

Industry fake and you know that shit 

Niggas be hating over hoes n shit 

Bitches fuck up cuz they slick n shit 

You swear to God that yo know yo bitch (But do you really?) 

But I know the bitch better, keep that a secret (But that's coooool) 

I can tell you sum shit about the bitch's secrets (Oh really) 

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You buying the bitch baths (??) trying your best to keep her 

But all she wanted was some lingerie Victoria Secrets 

Why these niggas still killin, 'bout thy penance, I don't really get it 

And I'm good wit to my niggas, millions, guess I'm still hustlin till the team win it 

Super bowl, Championship, why these niggas still jumpin shit 

Bury me with a hundred thou, pack of rubberbands and a thirty clip 

Ay I'm boutta get hit with the RICO, you niggas go snitchin like Nino (You ain't New York City till the feds came home) 

Don't jump in the water, you ain't Nemo 

(Don't jump in the water with the sharks, boy) 

All the hustla niggas that's aloof