Living like John Gotti, chopping bricks like karate, drink a bunch of codeine.
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol.
You know what I'm saying?Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup.Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check.We was grinding up from a tube and a baby.Got the girl dripping wet like a jerry curl.I can get 36 for a clean shirt (Hook verse 3: Casino, hol' up sir, you in my Rari.I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk 50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge.Serving to the dope fiends, blowing money, stay clean, michael Jackson, Billy Jean.Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack.Intro, you know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story.Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup.I be fresh dont need no stylist.I got workers like machine, all I do is sell dreams Have my niggas serve fiends I get up and then I lean (Hook).If I tricked you, know Im sorry.You can hit a nigga line, order what you want.
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday (Hook verse 2: Future, whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider.Money like Im Frank Matthews, killers around me like I'm Gotti.In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle.Send lottomillionäre bubert it over from Lil Mexico amp; Let me Work.I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible.My hand like a triple beam.(Hook slang a bunch of narcotics, pull up in the new 'rarri.Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that.
Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's.