
Dollah Fo’ Dollah Challenge (Yo Gotti Remix) Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Yeah nigga, it's whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Yeah, I am
I'll never let my niggas down
Nah, I never put some choppas down (Never)
Hit your bitch when I come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down (Yeah)
She ain't never let a player down
Ass up get your facedown
Top me up when I'm in town
Eat the pussy and I might drown
Blog put a nigga 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)
When we done get the fuck up out it
Mouths closed we don't talk about it
I'm the real deal she don't gotta say it
Call me plumber cause she know I pipe it
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana's
I'll take a nigga 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 the summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas (Shh)
Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' niggas
Niggas say they slidin', nobody 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 bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
Go dollar for dollar
It's Lacoe and Gotti
Drums be kickin like it was karate
I step in the party and she all on my body
Shooting my shots like that mufucka Scottie
Puffing on smoke it's that Lotti Biscotti
Me and my bitch we like Clyde and Bonnie
Stuck on a plane needa go private
Lay low and I stay quiet
Got your girl on a dick diet
Rode it once she a good pilot
Been the best it aint no secret
Water dripping like a damn faucet
Punched his ass and took his wallet
Flip a pack like a damn omelet
New chain came with silver rupees
Don't want diamonds keep em please
Vibing out in the Florida keys
Nerf gun with the lemon squeeze
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick, young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
Just bought into 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' bitch 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 niggas stallers
None of my niggas sanctifies, they be throwin' cross
All my Forgies offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil' savage, I stamped that
My bitch like the sunset, yeah
I see the same niggas doin' the same shit every day (Shit every day)
Different nigga, 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