Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got Them, artist - Yo Gotti. Album song Back 2 Da Basics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.05.2006
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
I Got Them |
| Already, know what I’m sayin |
| This Birdman and this is how its goin down |
| The lil’young’n, Yo Gotti I certified the nigga |
| stamped to approve you feel me and the J.R. |
| I see like niggas must be. |
| They got us fucked up, they got us fucked up They got us fucked up, we been movin birds bitch |
| They got us fucked up, they got ya fucked up They get ya fucked up, we been movin birds bitch (yeah) |
| Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks |
| ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit |
| Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks |
| ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit (I got em) |
| Get what they lookin for, keep what they lookin for |
| All they got to do is tell me is what they lookin for |
| Make dope, make dope, make dope |
| Make dope, make dope, make dope, |
| Make dope, make dope, (I-I-I got em) |
| Alright, yeah |
| Money to be made, best believe a nigga got it I run it myself, like a quarter back option |
| I pitch ya ten g’s, tell a bitch to go shoppin |
| She buys ha’self some clothes and she brought me back a chopper |
| See nigga try to cook it, but know I dont play sucker |
| I’m all about my cake, I’m tryin to marry Betty Crocker |
| A package on the way, you know my whip game proper |
| Ya know for one ki, I see seven thousand dollars |
| Now I will shoot dice, smokin on a joint |
| I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points |
| We over here hustlin, we over here grindin |
| We rap about money, and a nigga might sign ya Rap about me, and a nigga might find ya Banana in ya ass, its what you hear right behind ya Dope game bitch, let his momma where I bought em You can holla at me, |
| a feat |
| Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks |
| ball-ballers of dope, and ou-ounces and shit |
| Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks |
| ball-ballers of dope, and ou-ounces and shit (I got em) |
| Get what they lookin for, keep what they lookin for |
| All they got to do is tell me is what they lookin for |
| Make dope, make dope, make dope |
| Make dope, make dope, make dope, I’m the dope nigga |
| Make dope, make dope, (I-I-I got em) |
| Another bird man with the bird land got a twenty piece |
| Gotti know charge to Memphis twenty-two a piece |
| Now I’m in the kitchen with a beacon and a brillo loaf |
| Low key and the 'rillo with them things in the fillers |
| Yeah I’m goin ten grand, January to December |
| but theres no winter, summer, gatty lookin lookin like the wimblems |
| I’m goin back to Cali', I got to get the light green |
| Mexico Valley, you know they got them pan trees |
| eighteen rillas, now I’m on ateen |
| On my way to Memphis, I got to get my Hasseen |
| I come from the north of gangstas |
| Cold clap bitch niggas, dont? |
| hustlas |
| Go shine, everybody say they trippin |
| but most of these niggas laugh |
| I told you to tell stunna away from my town |
| You can rock it and pop it click clack I shot em Chopper bullets brrrroooww I GOT EM |
| Yeah, yeah, |
| Back where I started on my set and black |
| Hopped out the passenger side of my back |
| Under my nuts was two ounces of crack |
| But in my palm I had that chromed out Mac |
| Shinin on them bitches cause nigga I’m 'bout that |
| Flip a quarter bird, and score a whole sack |
| Pull up to the club in the old school 'Lac |
| With a bitch ridin fly, So high you love that |
| Its grind time nigga been about that |
| We flippin birds, let them hoes blow the sacks |
| We livin large with the garbage bag fat |
| Want the money and the power, real niggas gon’stack |
| And ride fly, twenty-fives on the back |
| Plushed out nigga, keep a few stacks |
| Out the hood, bout money and ask that |
| And if you ever cross the line, best believe we get ready |
| Yeah ya understand me nigga |
| We the motherfuckin stunnas nigga |
| Young Money, Cash Money nigga |
| Yo Gotti what it do stunna nigga |
| Feel me thats how its goin down |
| We puttin it down |
| Money, money, money, |
| Get it, money, get it, 100, ya heard me Thats how its goin down nigga, yeah |