[Intro: Yo Gotti & Choppa]
(Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style)
(Choppa style, chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
(She love chop chop)
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin' your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain't tripping 'cause they hatin' on ya (oh yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Yo Gotti & Choppa]
Let's get it
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Oh oh oh-oh oh
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
They like God damn Gotti
Boy I Googled your net worth
All them chains on, I can tell that your neck hurt
You look good in them heels but I can tell that your feet hurt
So drop down on your knees baby gimme that neck work
Double-Cs oh you're bad, ha
Oh you know you fine, ha
You blew a bag on your ass, ha
Quarter mill off that stove, huh
You off that dro, ha
Oh your momma ain't raise no hoe, ha
(Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style)
(Choppa style, chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
She want (chop chop)
(She love chop chop)
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
If you gettin' your own money, holla (oh yeah)
You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah)
If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah)
You ain't tripping 'cause they hatin' on ya (oh yeah)
[Post-Chorus: Yo Gotti & Choppa]
Let's get it
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Ohh (Oh Yeah)
Oh oh oh-oh oh
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
They like God damn Gotti
Boy I Googled your net worth
All them chains on, I can tell that your neck hurt
You look good in them heels but I can tell that your feet hurt
So drop down on your knees baby gimme that neck work
Double-Cs oh you're bad, ha
Oh you know you fine, ha
You blew a bag on your ass, ha
Quarter mill off that stove, huh
You off that dro, ha
Oh your momma ain't raise no hoe, ha
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