Sometimes Lyrics - Yo Gotti

Sometimes I think about the money 

I think about the murders and the hurtles of the game 

Sometimes I think about the game 

And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame 

Sometimes I think about dance, sometimes I think about crack 

All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think about lames 

Sometimes I think about my nigga in the fence, doing time 

I've seen his son T, he can't be doing fine 

But he still got high spirits every one single visit 

On the phone crack a smile just to ask me how I'm living 

If I say I'm doing good, do that make his time hard 

So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see tomorrow 

I love my nigga, he could've been in the ring 

But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred bands 

Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you call love 

Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a real plug 

Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas pass 

Cook up the position that they in so they always cash in 

I may not be the biggest but damn sure the realest 

Man, I do this for the streets, I know the dope boy feelings 

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Sometimes I think about the money 

I think about the hurtles of the game 

Something I think about the murders 

Sometimes I think about the game 

And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame 

Sometimes I think about the poor, sometimes I think about the rich 

Sometimes I think about my girl like she just another bitch 

When I think about the keys then I start thinking wise 

If any pussy niggas start playing with my candles 

Then I have to go and get the chopper with the razor 

Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July, fireworks 

Then I'm in the kitchen with the powder, prowler 

Tryina turn a hundred to a thousand 

I just sold a nigga twenty grand worth of flour 

And he from my hood so you best get from round here 

And them young boys from the hood don't play the radio 

They just want some action and I'm the type to let them go 

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Sometimes I think about the money 

I think about the hurtles of the game 

Sometimes I think about the murders 

Sometimes I think about the game 

And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame 

Yeah, sometimes, sometimes 

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes 

Sometimes I think about the game and doing all I can 

I never think about the labor, I just think about the fans 

If I get down like the sound what the fuck would be the plan 

Guess I'm back the real crib, selling niggas same gram, damn 

I think about that nigga being me, 270 million but he never loved the streets 

Us dope boys salute you, homie made history 

Around with 100 P drum, no instruments 

I think about the murders and the shoot outs 

I think about the landlord made my momma move out 

Sometimes I think about my future but more about my dead homies 

Killing the hater, niggas putting the feds on me 

Sometimes I think about the money 

I think about the murders and the hurtles of the game 

Sometimes I think about the game 

And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame 

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes 

Sometimes I think about the murders 

Sometimes I think about the hurtles of the game 

Sometimes I think about the game 

And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame 

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes