Majestic Lavan Trouble - Dollah Fo’ Dollah Challenge (Yo Gotti Remix) Lyrics

Yeah, nigga, it's whatever Yeah, bitch, it's whatever
Yeah, I am I never let my niggas down
Nah, I never put them choppers down Hit your bitch when I come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down
Hard times make me wanna holla
Graduated, street scholar Boss ballin', y'all softs buggin
I'm off thuggin' in these streets poppin
Blogs put a nigga business out Knock him down, na switch him out
I got opps I don't know about Stand on business, we don't talk about it
Bitch, loose lips, sync ships Worst case, it be too late
Before some people get to see this Mob shit, we the meanest
We do real numbers, real chef,
Benihana's, I take a nigga under
Watch 300, these the new Yeezys Before they drop, yeah, call them thunders
Jay say I got the thunder Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow It's like I missed the summer
Put it on my mama Yo, Gotti he a Hall of Famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' round real killers Hush gang , he ain't fronting no f*ck niggas
Big stepper we a stump one you lil' niggas Niggas say they sliding', nobody dyin' though
O get that workin' a ford But what was they lying' for
Yeah, go dollar for dollar, shotter for shotter We can go thoty for thoty, I'm scholarship gotti
You gave a bitch a Birkin, I just gave her some knowledge
Out for big bank, if I touch a M, I want Bs We be Gs, who the f*ck is these
Wannabes, my lil' niggas a comin' squeezed No heart, we run the streets
Shit so smart, come in peace what up with chief, he wanna beef
He must be sleep, I could wake him up Make him take a leap, duct tape him up
He can't compete, outta gangsta look Seven days a week, keep that banger tucked
You may believe I make bucks I hit the road like big trucks
I've been paid, you bitched up You trick mades, get stitched up
Switch blade or swissed up Dollar for dollar, big nuts
Boss up, bitch what
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field Young niggas sick and young niggas ill
All of my niggas, united Just bought it DC, united
I gave him a pack and he tanked it 25 pints and he drank it
Just showed her my account and she fainted Showed him the plug and he thanked me
Hey, Gotti you Low you janked me Lil' bitch just post me brainless
Rolls Royce, stainless Made my neighborhood famous
Ridge Crest for tourists Ayy, why your jewelry blurry
All my jewelry flawless All my niggas thoughtless
None of my niggas sanctified But they be throwin' crosses
All my forges, offset All my diamonds factory set
That my lil' savage, I stamped that My bitch like the same sex, yeah
I see the same niggas doin' the same shit everyday
Different nigga, yeah, I had to go and make a way
Any day is another million dollar play
It's like 70 mil now, another hundred on the way