Correction Lyrics Dolla Fo’ Dolla (Yo Gotti Remix) by Yo Gotti

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Lyrics

Uh
Yeah n***a, it's whatever
Okay
Yeah b*t*h, it's whatever
Yeah, I am
(GetEmGang)

I'll never let my n***as down
Nah, I never put some choppas down (Never)
Hit your b*t*h when I come in town
She ain't never let a n***a down (Yeah)
We can go Dollar 4 Dollar that’s Taffi and Creflo
Bottle for Bottle of X.O. Let’s go
(The) paper is printed the pasta is presto
Keep this sh*t moving I’m Boomin’ I’m Metro
Blog put a n***a 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)
I’m viscous, I stand on my business the hustlers spirit
It run through my veins to my kidneys
I’m winning as the world keep spending that dough
We gone get it and we want aah owners percentage
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana's
I'll take a n***a 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 killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no f**k n***as (Shh)
Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' n***as
N***as 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 b*t*h a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
We never moved or served ahh narcotic
If we talking product then baby we got it (baby we got it)
Restaurant chains & buying up houses
We racking in dollars and making deposits
Cullinan Rolls Royce Driving
No troubles, no problems hakuna matata
Love wearing Louis and Proud to wear Prada
Bread winning Bullies in Balenciaga
Really Ima savage let me out the cage
GQue and Gotti Planet of the Apes
N***as shoot shots barely got a graze
Can’t figure me out baby I’m aah maze
Shortie wanna f**k I’m baby I’m amazing
Hit ‘er with the side stroke when I’m laze (Lazy)
Gotti Ima star, put me on a stage
Caught aah body, arm, leg, arm, head
Put me on a track leave em all dead
Like a finished book leave em all red (read)

I'm knocking' all my opps out the field
Young n***as sick, young n***a ill
All of my n***as 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)
"Aye, Gotti you low, you janky”
Lil' b*t*h just posted me, brainless (Dumba**)
Rolls Royce stainless (Steel)
Made my neighborhood famous (For real)
Rich catch for tourists (For tourists)
Aye, why yo' jewelry blurry?
All my jewelry flawless, all my n***as stallers
None of my n***as sanctifies, they be throwing cross
All my Forgis offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil' savage, I stamped that
My b*t*h like the sunset, yeah
I see the same n***as doin' the same sh*t every day (Sh*t every day)
Different n***a, 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, 'another hundred on the way

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