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lirik lagu dollah fo’ dollah challenge (yo gotti remix) – matty cent

dollah fo’ dollah challenge (yo gotti remix) lyrics
[intro: yo gotti]
yeah n*gga, it’s whatever
yeah b*tch, it’s whatever
yeah, i am
matty cent, b*tch
[verse 1: yo gotti & matty cent]
i’ll never let my n*ggas down
nah, i never put some choppas down (never)
hit your b*tch when i come in town
she ain’t never let a n*gga down (yeah)
i’m straight from the trenches i’m talking nigeria
i hit the gas (skrrt)
then i took it off
i hit the gas then i ride around
b*tch gat two tones diamond dripping lil b*tch said she balling tho
blog put a n*gga business out
knock ’em down, now switch ’em out
i got opps i don’t know about
stand on business, we don’t talk about it (wait)
4l for real n*gga, said he was balling
no kizzy he winning, no kizzy me winning too
glock on these n*ggas like (baow)
n*gga said he was balling
no kizzy, he gat him a chain off the stealing tho
we do real numbers, real chef, benihana’s
i’ll take a n*gga under (benihana lil b*tch)
watch three*hundred, these is yeezy’s
‘fore they drop (yeah), call ’em dondas
jay said i got the thunder
pray to god for the runners
whole pandemic, all i seen was snow, it’s like i missed a summer
put it on my mama
yo gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
yo gotti, he be runnin’ ’round with real k!llers
hush gang, he ain’t frontin’ no f*ck n*ggas (shh)
big stepper, we’ll stomp on you lil’ n*ggas
n*ggas say they slidin’, n0body dyin’ though (yeah n0body sliding)
your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin’ ‘fore? (what was lyin’)
go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
we can go thottie for thottie (thottie)
i’m scholarship gotti, you gave a b*tch a birkin (ayy)
i just gave her some knowledge (ayy)
[verse 2: matty cent]
burberry t*shirts
hit the dash on this sh*ts ain’t no retail
double large extra wide ain’t no weed smell
shorty goes wild for this shirt like a stripper
i need me a thot still
tryna do better no cap n*gga (yeah)
came from the trenches where n*ggas get zeros but aim for top like we next up
talk bout your boys they behind they get left out
all of ma homies is straight we on point still (b*tch)
hop in kitchen a fork and sk!llet i break up the pie then eat it up
all of ma sorrows behind i ain’t left out
thuck in no burner no slippin i’m next up (yeah)
gotta stay woke
i gotta run up the levels big bagging no cap bro (b*tch)
yo gotti just hop in
yo gotti just hop in

[verse 3: yo gotti]
i’m knockin’ all my opps out the field
young n*ggas sick, young n*gga ill
all of my n*ggas united
just ballin’ to dc united
i gave him the pack and he tanked it (tanked it)
twenty*five pints and he dranked it (uhh)
just showed her my account and she fainted (on god)
showed him the plug and he thanked me (you welcome)
“ayy, gotti you low, you jankie”
lil’ b*tch just posted me, brainless (dumbass)
rolls royce stainless (steel)
made my neighbourhood famous (for real)
rich catch for tourists (for tourists)
ayy, why yo’ jewellery blury?
all my jewellery flawless, all my n*ggas stallers
none of my n*ggas sanctifies, they be throwin’ cross
all my forgies offset
all my diamonds factory set
that my lil’ savage, i stamped that
my b*tch like the sunset, yeah
i see the same n*ggas doin’ the same sh*t every day (sh*t every day)
different n*gga, yeah, i had to go and make a way (go and make a way)
any day, it’s another million*dollar plate
it’s like seventy mill now, ‘nother hundred on the way

- matty cent

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