I Got Them

Already

Kno what I'm sayin this Birdman and this how its goin down

That little yougin Yo Gotti

I certifed him stamped approval and the jail

I see like n***a it must be they got us f**ked up

They got us f**ked up

They got us f**ked up I been movin birds b***h

They got us f**ked up

They got you f**ked up

Then get you f**ked we been movin birds b***h

Quarters

Quarters and Halves

Chickens

Chickens

And bricks

Bundles

Bundles of d**e

And Ounces

Ounces and s**t

X2

I got what they lookin fo

Keep what they lookin fo

All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin fo

Cuz I'm da d**eman

D**eman

D**eman

D**eman

I Got 'em

Lil' Wayne Verse

Money to be made best believe a n***a clockin

I run it myself like a quarterback option

I pitch a 10 g's tell a b***h to go shopping

She buy herself some clothes

And she brought me back a chopper

See n***as tryna kick it

But no I don't play sucka

I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker

A package on the way you know my whip game proper

And all for one key I see seventy thousand dollas

Now I was shootin dice

Smokin on a joint

I bet wit Yo Gotti

He hit five str8 points

We ovahere hustlin

We ova here grindin

You rap about money and n***a might sign ya

You rap about me and a nogga might find ya

D**E GAME b***h let his mama worry bout him

You can holla at me for a fee but I

Got 'em

Yo Gotti Verse

I met the birdman with the Bird layin

Got a twenty piece

Brought it back to NORTH MEMPHIS charged twenty two a piece

Now I'm in da kitchen wit a beacon and a blender

Low key in a rental

Wit dem thangs in da fender

See I full time grind January to December

Put that snow in da summer got it lookin like da winter

I goin back to cali

I gotta get that light green

Mexico valley

You know they got them pine trees

18 wheeler

Now I'm on I 10

On my way to memphis

I gotta get my hands in

I come from da NORTH where gangstas gon grind

B***h n***as gon whine

And hustlas gon shine

Everybody say they trappin but most of dese n***as lyin

I told slim

Told stunna I'm waitin for my time

Either robbin

Or poppin

Click clack I shot

Bullets buryin

Brrrrr I GOT 'em

Chrous

Baby

Back where I started on my set in black

Hop out da passenger side of my 'lac

Under my nuts was to ounces of crack

But in my palm I had dat chromed out mac

Shinin on them b***hes cuz n***a I'm bot that

Flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack

Pull up in the club in a old school 'lac

With a b***h ridin fly so hide you love that

It's grind time

N***a been about that

We flippin birds let them h*es go to sacs

We livin large with the garb***h back flats

Want the money and the power

Real n***as gon stack

And ridin fly

25's on the back

Plush out n***a keep a few stacks

Out the hood

Bout money that's that

If you ever cross the best believe you gettin gat