paroles de chanson Dollah Fo’ Dollah Challenge (Yo Gotti Remix) [Intro] - Sky Iscariot

Yeah nigga, it's whatever
Yeah bitch, it's whatever
Yeah, I am

I'll never let my niggas down
Nah, I'll never put them choppas down
Hit your bitch when I come in town
She ain't never let a nigga down
And she won't tell you shit
She canceled on you cause on my side it's lit
We got bottles on bottles
The hoes in our section all models
Bitch niggas be telling the bouncers I got 'em
Blogs put a nigga business out (Yeah)
Knock 'em down then switch 'em out (Yeah)
I got opps I don't know about (Yeah)
Stand on business, we don't talk about it
We don't talk about it, we just be about it
Rather burn a bush than beat around it
I speak two languages, English and money
Girl give it up or you ain't getting shit from me
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana's
I'll take a nigga under
Watch three-hundred, these the new Yeezy's
'Fore they drop (Yeah), call 'em Dondas (Ey)
Jay said I got the thunder (Yeah)
Pray to God for the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow
It's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama (Ey)
Yo Gotti, he a hall of famer drug dealer (Woo)
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real killers (Woo)
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas (Yeah)
Big stepper, we'll stomp one of you lil' niggas (Woo)
Niggas say they slidin', nobody dyin' though
Oh
Your net worth in the Forbes, but what was they lyin' 'fore?
(What was they lyin' 'for?) Yeah
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
We can go thottie for thottie (Yeah)
I'm scholarship Gotti, you gave a bitch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge
You gave her some knowledge? That's cool but the hoes in my city they feening for Molly
For a pill she let me beat it like Rocky
I can't motorboat these bitches, I gotta check on her mileage
Just in case, if it's tight, then I let her stay overnight
Open wide, V shape with her legs up high
She gone only fuck a nigga if your name is Sky and that's I
I run the east side for two years straight
Got 2 bitches on standby and they ain't straight
I don't know what's a landline, I always got the phone on me
Either for biz or if she wanna have it thrown on me
Cause she know I go dollar for dollar
Convert it to Rands now I look like a baller
Convertible hands, don't make me top your top
I'm try'na cop them bands, until I got it like Gotti, I promise I'll never stop
(Ooh) Sky Iscariot, the cream of the crop
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick, young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
Just bought into DC United
I gave him the pack and he tanked it
Twenty-five pints and he dranked it
Just showed her my account and she fainted
Showed him the plug and he thanked me
"Ayy, Gotti you low, you janky"
Lil' bitch just posted me, brainless
Rolls Royce stainless
Made my neighborhood famous
Rich cribs for tourists
Ayy, why yo' jewelry blurry?
All my jewelry flawless, all my niggas stallers
None of my niggas sanctified, they be throwin' crosses
All my Forgi's offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil' savage, I stamped that
My bitch like the sunset, yeah

I see the same niggas doin' the same shit every day (Same shit every day)
Different nigga, yeah, I had to go and make a way (Yeah, I had to go and make a way)
Any day, it's another million-dollar play
It's like seventy mil' now, 'nother hundred on the way