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lirik lagu dolla fo dolla challenge (remix) – rfe tuffboy & yo gotti

dolla fo dolla challenge (remix) lyrics
[intro: yo gotti]
yeah n*gga, it’s whatever
that’s tuff
yeah b*tch, it’s whatever
that’s tuff
woe
yeah, i am
let’s go let’s go

[verse 1: yo gotti & rfe tuffboy]
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 pay her bills i buy her designers
even though i never loved her
might take her to the hood but
can’t take her on a date

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 (shh)
keep it one hunnid ,never speak about it
you know the bizness piled papers movement, we bangin no telling gang no telling
we do real numbers, real chef, benihana’s
i’ll take a n*gga under
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 (oh)
your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin’ ‘fore?
go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
we can go thottie for thottie
i’m scholarship gotti, you gave a b*tch a birkin
i just gave her some knowledge

[verse 2: rfetuffboy]
dolla fo dolla
we stacking dem pounds we stacking dem dollars go check d scoreboard
we running dem numbers
we shutting down stores
we do that with comas
you ain’t got no money
you ain’t got no power
use to be broke as sh*t
but now am going harder than harder
yo n*gga unplug the ps5
and plug that money machine
we don’t play no games
when it comes to playing cheese
gotta pile up this papers
piled papers forever my mood
all about my dope ion even check the people’s no i can’t be fooled i ain’t playing by your rules am known to lose my cool but that’s cool cos am known to be so cool

[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
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- rfe tuffboy yo gotti

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