Yo Gotti - I Got Them (feat.Lil Wayne and Baby) Lyrics:
Already, kno what I`m sayin this Birdman and this how it`s goin down, that little youngin Yo Gotti I certifed him stamped approval, you feel me?, Energy or I see like ni**a it must be they got us f**ked up, they got us f**ked up, they got us f**ked up we been movin birds bitch, they got us f**ked up, they got you f**ked up, then get you f**ked we been movin birds bitch
[Chorus:]
Quarters, Quarters and Halves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundles, Bundles of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and s**t [x2]
I got what they lookin fo, keep what they lookin fo, all they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo, Cause I`m da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman...
I Got Em`
[Verse: Lil` Wayne]
Money to be made best believe a ni**a clockin, I run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g`s tell a bitch to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she bought me back a chopper, see ni**as tryna kick it, but no I don`t play sucka, I`m all about my cake I`m tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper, and enough for one key I see seventy thousand dollas, Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points, we ovahere hustlin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and ni**a might sign ya, you rap about me and a ni**a might find ya, banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya, DOPE GAME BITCH let his mamma worry bout him, you can holla at me for a fee but I
Got Em`
[Chorus]
[Verse: Yo Gotti]
I met the birdman with the Bird layin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I`m in da kitchen with a beacon and a blender, low key in a rental, with dem thangs in da fender, see I full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da winter, I goin back to Cali, I gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler, now I`m on I-10, on my way to memphis, I gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, bitch ni**as gon whine, and hustlas gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese ni**as lyin, I told slim, told stunna I`m waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, click clack I shot em -, bullets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM`
[Chrous]
[Verse: Birdman]
Back where I started on my set in black, hop out da passenger side of my `lac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my palm I had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them bitches cause ni**a I`m bot that, flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack, pull up in the club in a old school `lac, with a bitch ridin fly so high, you love that, it`s grind time, ni**a been about that, we flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs, we livin large with the garbage bag flats, want the money and the power, real ni**as gon stack, and ridin fly, 25`s on the back, flushed out ni**a keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money that`s that, if you ever cross the line best believe you gettin gat
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
Quarters, Quarters and Halves, Chickens, Chickens, and bricks, bundles, Bundles of dope, and Ounces, Ounces and s**t [x2]
I got what they lookin fo, keep what they lookin fo, all they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo, Cause I`m da dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman...
I Got Em`
[Verse: Lil` Wayne]
Money to be made best believe a ni**a clockin, I run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g`s tell a bitch to go shopping, she buy herself some clothes, and she bought me back a chopper, see ni**as tryna kick it, but no I don`t play sucka, I`m all about my cake I`m tryna marry Betty Crocker, a package on the way you know my whip game proper, and enough for one key I see seventy thousand dollas, Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint, I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points, we ovahere hustlin, we ova here grindin, you rap about money and ni**a might sign ya, you rap about me and a ni**a might find ya, banana in ya ass with ya head right behind ya, DOPE GAME BITCH let his mamma worry bout him, you can holla at me for a fee but I
Got Em`
[Chorus]
[Verse: Yo Gotti]
I met the birdman with the Bird layin, got a twenty piece, brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece, now I`m in da kitchen with a beacon and a blender, low key in a rental, with dem thangs in da fender, see I full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da winter, I goin back to Cali, I gotta get that light green, mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees, 18 wheeler, now I`m on I-10, on my way to memphis, I gotta get my hands in, I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind, bitch ni**as gon whine, and hustlas gon shine, everybody say they trappin but most of dese ni**as lyin, I told slim, told stunna I`m waitin for my time, either robbin, or poppin, click clack I shot em -, bullets buryin, brrrrr I GOT EM`
[Chrous]
[Verse: Birdman]
Back where I started on my set in black, hop out da passenger side of my `lac, under my nuts was to ounces of crack, but in my palm I had dat chromed out mac, shinin on them bitches cause ni**a I`m bot that, flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack, pull up in the club in a old school `lac, with a bitch ridin fly so high, you love that, it`s grind time, ni**a been about that, we flippin birds let them hoes go to sacs, we livin large with the garbage bag flats, want the money and the power, real ni**as gon stack, and ridin fly, 25`s on the back, flushed out ni**a keep a few stacks, out the hood, bout money that`s that, if you ever cross the line best believe you gettin gat
[Chorus]