Still Making Money, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Yeah, okay. Yeah, young Gotti. Alright, let's go

Donnie. Stunna. Still making money, part two

Still making money like cats. Still making money like rats

Still got girls in flats. Rubbing touching, it's a wrap

Nah, I'm a pro, I'm a daps. Best you relax

Nah, got a big ting called Max. Load up with beat, slap up the heat

Man's dumb if he thinks he's got swagger. Listen, I'm a pro, I'm a daps

See me on the roads. I'm worldwide like a map

Everyone relax

Young Gotti. Listen, people think they're bad

Nah, they're not badder than me. They're not madder than me

Roll with a big ting just like elementary. Boy try and violate me

Gunshot bust on their face like elementary. Told them people violate me, you'll get dead

Violate me, your body will turn red. Told them violate me, you're dead

D.I.E. Violate me, it's D.I.E. Violate me, you all gon' get left in the cemetery

Told them people violate me, you all gon' get dead

And that's no death threat, but watch this. I'm a flip it

Nah, I'm a take over the game. Told them I do this like I spit flames

Told them, yeah, people they better know my name

Yeah, listen, you don't know my name. Told them, yeah, I spit flames

Told them, people they don't know my name. Listen, man, I spit the hard shit

I told them, this is how I put them in the casket

Now violate me, I'm the number one artist. All these rappers are starving

Listen, they could be singing like Marvin

Told them people, nah, listen, I'm in charge of the game

I'm taking over the game

Violate me, nah, man, I spit the flames

Told them, people don't know my name

Listen, blood, don't call my name

Told them, yeah, I spit flames. Yeah, don't know my name

It's K-A-R-L

Heh, that spells carl , but not cartel

I flip shit, yeah, but it's on the rails

I flip shit, but it's on the scale

Told them I do this like my face was pale

Told them I do this like I will prevail

Told them I do this like my lifestyle, I be living in hell

But it's not Satan worship

Always praise Jesus, jheeze Selassie or

Praise Jesus, roll with the big ting

Sometimes people think I'm Muslim, cause I praise Allah

But I don't really, I got a mat at home

But I don't rest on it

But really, I should pray five times a day or more

Cause of the sins I've been through

Them people don't know what I've been through

Told them I do this like it was a issue

I could rip you up like a piece of paper tissue

Do this like it was a venue

Told them people continue, continue to anger me

Physically, mentally, I'm gonna go mad

I'm a spaz out on you

I'm a rip out your heart and feed it to the dogs