that Yo Gotti He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's Talkin' velveeta hella chips
in the archives parlayin' new ways to get my bank bigger So get your money how you want to, friend But when it's time to count the chips only the real
down in a full nelson I hit jacks off six packs of the crooked one They slip and I'm bookin' 'em Fuck fingerprints, gimme from their fingertips Chips
if your pockets ain't full Son you ain't getting nada, oh no Cause you look so good Rollin' up in your Lexus, oh yeah But when you're chips run out
mans like he a big Trevor Trevor's still locked up, likes getting his cheddar Cory changed his name to Arr, whatever Corn chip, buckwheat lookalike,
, I got it, so you get it In Miami, they say don't stop, get it, get it Mommy do the speedie, daddy do tha duffle Bag full of chips, we ain't talkin'
run to, yeah It's just me and my sawed-off shotgun Outlaw call him Leather Face, I'm headed for the West Heard they got a couple banks in town that
She chose me when she seen your boy buy out the bar Told her, "Drink till you drop, lil' superstar" Better chill, be cool, homie, grab a drink 'Cause you don't wanna play big bank take little bank
swagg, Im bout tha whip, Im bout tha rag, Im bout the bricks, Im bout the flips, I'm bout tha chips, Im bout tha dips [verse 2] Im bout to bank, Im
tank I'ma score about 80 on 'em And go in the paint (Take it all, you need me) I'ma take a chunk of ya chip And then go to the bank so, uh Where do
probably hate on me, too If it's true that money is time, then watch this I ain't tryin' to run outta time, so I purchased some watches Y'all sick, the chips
not feeling them Could it be the time piece flooded with chips? You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist? Or large amounts up in my bank account
bitches keep walking past me Either way, I'm a pimp for today Put your bootie in the way and shake that shit Now these niggaz is 'bout they bank And
Either way, I'm a pimp for today Put your bootie in the way and shake that shit! (Now these niggaz is bout they bank) (And these niggaz keep buying
snuff consume, niggas buck pealin' I love millions, plus stackin' them chips on up to the ceiling Sittin' on fat like banks, without no scratch and no dank We gettin' bank
face Fake chain on your neck posin' to be seen, you should get rush I did 280 shows last year I bagged seven bills every show that's rare Imagine how my bank