
Bad Behavior Yo Gotti
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Traxamillion)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Last time I checked, I had a half a hundred million
Know a Memphis nigga out in Beverly Hills
I been by publishing and selling pills
Big dog status, watch with no stones
Niggas buyin' Dior, I been buyin' homes
Somebody tell my ex to leave me alone
No hard feelings, got a better bitch, I'm moving on
I be spittin' dope shit in every song
If I get indicted off these lyrics, say it's gon' be—long, uh
You a rat, you know you dead wrong, uh
No collect calls, we do iPhones
All my niggas locked up they got iPhones
And I cleared the bank to bring my niggas home, yes
Start over, yeah-yeah, start over
Sellin' loud, yeah-yeah, strong odor
Twenty-thousand square feet, I don't call it home
Walkin' 'round this bitch, I feel so alone
Texts to my son, ask him when he comin'
Give him a hundred K like, "Give it to your mommy"
Just because, yeah-yeah, just because
I remember the struggle, it ain't nothin' but love
Bad memories, but can't forget the opps
I invest in pills, bricks and weed 'fore I invest in stocks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Traxamillion)
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Last time I checked, I had a half a hundred million
Know a Memphis nigga out in Beverly Hills
I been by publishing and selling pills
Big dog status, watch with no stones
Niggas buyin' Dior, I been buyin' homes
Somebody tell my ex to leave me alone
No hard feelings, got a better bitch, I'm moving on
I be spittin' dope shit in every song
If I get indicted off these lyrics, say it's gon' be—long, uh
You a rat, you know you dead wrong, uh
No collect calls, we do iPhones
All my niggas locked up they got iPhones
And I cleared the bank to bring my niggas home, yes
Start over, yeah-yeah, start over
Sellin' loud, yeah-yeah, strong odor
Twenty-thousand square feet, I don't call it home
Walkin' 'round this bitch, I feel so alone
Texts to my son, ask him when he comin'
Give him a hundred K like, "Give it to your mommy"
Just because, yeah-yeah, just because
I remember the struggle, it ain't nothin' but love
Bad memories, but can't forget the opps
I invest in pills, bricks and weed 'fore I invest in stocks
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