
Exclusive Young Buck (Ft. Lil Reese, Lloyd Banks & Yo Gotti)
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[Intro: Young Buck]
(Turn up) Nah for real, I do this
Killas, gangstas, all my niggas shooters
Thugging, trapping, all my coupes is roofless
All about my money, ain't about money then you're useless
[Chorus: Young Buck & Lloyd Banks]
Bitch I'm rich, stupid, all my girls exclusive
You hating, you useless, every day your new shit
Man I'm reckless, ruthless, ruger, rollie
Rolls, racks, on deuces, you know me
They ain't know me bet they know me now
Yeah they know me now, we all rocky when we roll around
Try to stop me and it's going down
Down to fuck this money up, new bills on the ground
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Bitch I'm hood rich, five or six million on some hood shit
Rolls Royce on 28s, Chevy sit on 26s
Rollie watch got karats in the bezel, bitch I'm turning up
Hottest nigga out the south, yeah bitch I'm burning up
Condo on the beach, super freak, she know how we roll
Suck the dick and fuck me good I love my partners fuck these hoes
In the club I'm drinking gold, metallic pink I'm drinking rose
Pocket full of aces, popping aces, that's how balling goes
Nigga nigga nigga nigga, on my all gold like Trinidad
You a fuck boy, you been a fag, just bought my bitch a Celine bag
Nigga nigga nigga nigga, this king shit and queen shit
Get money serve fiend shit, yeah this that team bitch
Yo Gotti
(Turn up) Nah for real, I do this
Killas, gangstas, all my niggas shooters
Thugging, trapping, all my coupes is roofless
All about my money, ain't about money then you're useless
[Chorus: Young Buck & Lloyd Banks]
Bitch I'm rich, stupid, all my girls exclusive
You hating, you useless, every day your new shit
Man I'm reckless, ruthless, ruger, rollie
Rolls, racks, on deuces, you know me
They ain't know me bet they know me now
Yeah they know me now, we all rocky when we roll around
Try to stop me and it's going down
Down to fuck this money up, new bills on the ground
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Bitch I'm hood rich, five or six million on some hood shit
Rolls Royce on 28s, Chevy sit on 26s
Rollie watch got karats in the bezel, bitch I'm turning up
Hottest nigga out the south, yeah bitch I'm burning up
Condo on the beach, super freak, she know how we roll
Suck the dick and fuck me good I love my partners fuck these hoes
In the club I'm drinking gold, metallic pink I'm drinking rose
Pocket full of aces, popping aces, that's how balling goes
Nigga nigga nigga nigga, on my all gold like Trinidad
You a fuck boy, you been a fag, just bought my bitch a Celine bag
Nigga nigga nigga nigga, this king shit and queen shit
Get money serve fiend shit, yeah this that team bitch
Yo Gotti
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