Cases

[Yo Gotti - Hook (x2)] We cop Rozay by the cases, Forces by the cases Three hundred dollar True Religion, we cop em by the cases Lawyer fight my cases, Gucci's got no laces Bakin' Soda by the cases, in the kitchen doin' the matrix [Yo Gotti - Verse 1] Go up, down, up, down, my top doing the matrix I'll need a model, we don't ride shit basic Everything kitty, cocaine crazy Bitch they hit my phone, they fucked up my situation DJ droppin' Gotti, dope boy's all went cray Shoot a thousand, bet a thousand, gambling with your savings Kitchen doing numbers, I may need a helper Bitch said she wasn't fucking, so you know a nigga left her Rozay by the cases, rubbers by the boxes They all that I'm the shit, so how the fuck she gon' be cocky? Yeah these hoes be foxy, yeah, my eyes be rockin' I pulled up in that white cutlass, 4:15 that bass was droppin' [Yo Gotti - Hook (x2)] We cop Rozay by the cases, Forces by the cases Three hundred dollar True Religion, we cop em by the cases Lawyer fight my cases, Gucci's got no laces Bakin' Soda by the cases, in the kitchen doin' the matrix [2 Chainz - Verse 2] I am gearin' to the money, all upper cases Trap on fire, I stay down the street from Satan Hell on Earth, I say hello to my neighbor Ghetto nigga got a mansion, and I'm still stealing cable Still air force ridin', I should get sky mileage Try me in the club, we gon' whoop your ass inside it All my hoes excited, damn yo weed is quiet Plug getting mad, cause he think I'm gon' retire Just had a case, lawyer ask for a dismissal Real d-boy, I gotta settle for some Christmas Me and Yo Gotti, from Atlanta down to Memphis Getting money I could pay you nigga, fool, pay attention [Hook (x2)] [Yo Gotti - Verse 3] Favorite rapper dead, so the gamin' got borin' Pulled up in some foreign, drop the top and hit the horn Snatched out doin' a hundred, they like Gotti where ya goin'? I got a bitch from THU, I'm 'bout to scoop her from the dorm Yeah, we doin' the matrix, call her children of the corn Fuckin', somethin' ain't right, 'n she gon' swallow my unborn Friends say she whorrin', talkin' bout she goin' Say she want that Luis bag, I asked her which one It's not a big issue nigga, know my ho can get it I could get your bottle, truckload fill up my whole kitchen Why these niggas bitchin, when they come down to they bitches All these excuses, all this trickin, man I guess they just ain't get me [Hook (x2)]