Go Get the Money Zaytoven (Ft. Pusha T, Rick Ross, T.I. & Yo Gotti)

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Rick Ross]
That boy Zay on the beat
Maybach Music
Zaytoven
Ayy, I'm talkin' everything Versace
This shit like Versace dream, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
(Ayy, bruh, bring me one of them things that they put of they head and shit)
These four got Versace soul (I want the gown and all that shit)
Muthafuckin' tea cup, silverware (I'm rockin' them Js though)
I feel rich in this muthafucka', ayy

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I just got back from Dubai ('bai), I'm on these Xans so high (high)
I'm in first class with two-fifty (two-fifty), I'm in first class Meek Milly (yeah)
Fuck JFK airport, lost my nigga's grip over Customs (Customs)
Say he had the one in Georgia (what?), he was sippin' on that oil (ayy)
I been out in Abu Dhabi, this shit got me spoiled (spoiled)
They be dressed up head to toe, all they bitches loyal (ayy)
Wraith, Maybach (skrrt, skrrt), Drophead (skrrt), all that (skrrt, skrrt)
Versace, palace, I hope your hoe don't post that (don't do that)
I may post a million cash Thursday, that's a throwback (beep)
No more fun, that bitch borin', I may give your hoe back
This a Zay track and I talk nothin' but yay on it
This that good music, fuck around and put 'Ye on it
This a Roc track, I fuck around and put Jay on it
Dope boy, I rock designer with my Js on
I'm always rockin' Loubs so I'm always on the red carpet
I don't watch the news, all this gossip none of my dogs started
Get money for a hobby (hobby), my living room a lobby (damn)
And all my niggas shooters, so honestly I don't know who shot him (ugh)
You snitchin' and you rottin', I see these little rappers teamin' up
I think they plottin', (they plottin', brrr) got him