For The Record - Yo Gotti

For The Record - Yo Gotti

  • Year of release: 2022
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:09

Below is the lyrics of the song For The Record , artist - Yo Gotti with translation

Lyrics " For The Record "

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For The Record

Yo Gotti

Hey Gotti

What’s happening?

You ever that story, about when the real niggas came in last place?

Nah, nah, nah, I don’t believe that

Hahaha, shit me neither

Ha

Shout out to grippin' jewels (Grippin' jewels)

Cocaine records (Cocaine records)

I’ll die for them three letters, make these streets respect us (Go ask 'em)

I did deals that didn’t benefit me

Why would I do such a thing?

So my niggas could eat (One hundred)

My nigga on that dog food (Food), stole a 100K (It crush me)

It was a million in their safe, why the fuck you play?

(Pussy)

If you gon' take it, take it all, nigga, nigga

'Cause when I see you, I want it all, nigga, nigga

Baby momma up and left (Why?)

She left me scarred (It hurt me)

But I can’t blame her, all the shit I done (Why?), I know it’s hard (Yeah)

To love a nigga like me (Me), I’m too deep in these streets (I am)

Dedicated too hustlers whom dedicated to me (I am)

Six hundred for a Richard Mille, now we sellin' bricks

I’m rockin' niggas record deals, on my wrist

Twenty mill' for an advance check (Twenty what?)

I fuck, (I don’t give a fuck)

First we want the money but now we got our own amounts

How you live in a mansion but you don’t own the land?

I’m on some other shit

Uh

I gave these niggas the game, I guess that they listen, so fuck 'em

I told 'em big, don’t pay attention, these niggas some suckers, uh

They flex on the 'Gram, they show they lil' racks but they live with their

momma, uh

Gun, we just smoke you down, want no drama, uh

Let me clear up the air

No beefs with no rappers at all

My focus has been on my niggas, on gettin' 'em some money and freein' my dawgs,

uh

When it come to these broads, I’m different

I buy her Chanel not Tiffany

I fuck around, sendin' like ten thousand flowers to her job 'cause I know that

she miss me

And she love my history

I know her potential

The realer you is, the fire that head, good God, I must, uh

But back to the issues at hand

Don’t wanna play on your dawg

Don’t sacrifice your lil' mans

You got to build the team

Gettin' a hundred racks was a dream

Get a million, they ain’t even seen

I give her to achieve

Now I’m playin' with, ridin' in a 'Rari,

That was 400K, yeah, a nigga ballin', I ain’t just talkin'

Fuck a bitch good, then the hoe stalk, can’t get

Had a good month, tricked on a bitch, but I don’t do it often

Yeah (Yeah)

Big Gotti, I’m cocky

'Cause I know everybody got their money right

Yeah, the team solid (Yeah)

CMG

All I ever did was show niggas how to get money

How to do it on their own

How to put their migos on

The definition of a hustler

Treat my partners like brothers

Been understood, been with the plug

Never join the gangsta, lil' thug

Never did nothin' to kids or women, it’s off limits

In the streets I’m official

If I ain’t with you, I’m against you

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