Yo Gotti - I am Album Lyrics

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I Am

I could show you how to cook right
Can I show you what a millionaire look like?
Aye let me show you how to cook right
This what a millionaire look like

Young nigga in the hood watchin out for hustle
All these niggas with me, I love em like my brother
I am the struggle, I am the hustle
I am the city, homie proud of me did you
I used to say pin this mouse, this nigga co-dependent
Hard way nigga, I got my meals the hard way
Selling crack, millionaire, I love the smart way
Exit the game and got rich, that's a fade away
Ha-ha, what a millionaire look like?
Yea I can show em how to cook right
Turn a man to a half, turn a brick to a jet
Nigga you do the math, you can aim right
Mixtape doing show for the 40
All I need is one mic and a Glock 40
Tot bomb for the killers who never honor the deal
And then UGK to the ceiling,
Can't describe the feeling

I am in this - fortunate
I am success... fortune live
Mansion life in the crissy
Young niggas with tints
Headshots in the day
Throwin our lives away
I understand her
I come from that land hoe
That's where they would kill a nigga and I was the man hoe
Shots fired, bullets flying
Coming out that lando
Family cryin, say that shit so times, hardcore

Mafia, I grew up when freaks and shit were poppin up
I was hustling, thuggin and keep the cocaine and we're poppin up
I have bricks down, choppas up, it wasn't no nigga real as us
City f*ckin with me cause they know a nigga real as f*ck
Yea, then the shit got easy
Told my dog I had a million and he didn't believe me
I told him cool, roll a brick, bringing 22 easy
I would live it up and die before I heard about Jeezy
For real

I could show you how to cook right
And what a millionaire look like
Yep I could show you how to cook right
And what a multi-millionaire look like nigga

I Am
I Am

Self-made just like Ross said nigga
You know they gave me shit potna
Relax about me nigga
Man I tell this everyday motherf*ckers faded
Yea I got cutt off yo bush
Nigga f*ck you talkin bout?
Hah?
Yea
And this that motion picture shit
Maybe I just embarrass a nigga
We ball and flow extreme nigga
Hey!
This meanest shit, non-fiction homie
It feel G my nigga
LA really will pop

 

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Don't Come Around

[Chorus x2]
Don't come around again
I believe it
I believe it

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
When a nigga talk dope
Damn they'll speak about the truth
Damn they'll speak about you
When a nigga talk real
You won't even know how it feel
How you gon' tell me what it is
When a nigga say Gotti
All that noise from my Maseratti
All that noise turnin' up the party
All that noise young nigga with a whole bunch of rubbers
All that noise young nigga gon' catch a problem
When a nigga say no, nigga come and jumpin out the Porsche
With a bag full of 50 same court
Nigga still I try to fight a gun charge
Try to fight a brick charge
Lawyer ain't show up in court
When a nigga say trial, nigga comin' down with life
That's how a nigga really earn his stripes
When them niggas say
You'll f*ck with me like I f*ck with him
He ain't finna do something right
That nigga finna snitch
I knew that nigga was a bitch
Man I don't owe that nigga one shit
Ain't got no heart, man I knew that nigga wasn't rich
Should've killed him when he went up that lift
When them niggas say bang, nigga they be talkin bout my squad
Nigga they be talkin bout my cars
When they say white
Nigga they be talkin bout brick side
Buy that shit off of black card, talk to em

[Chorus x2]
Don't come around again
I believe it
I believe it

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
When them niggas say bitch, we don't really mean no harm
She ain't gotta be so offensed
When a nigga say ho, ain't say you know what you is
Shawty you ain't got to be so defenseful
Niggas say you bad
That's a compliment, not literally
Half naked pictures, but you lookin' for a gentleman
Instagram your whole life after the pull of trying to get your followers up
Sold your soul to the internet
Damn, damn right it's a cold world
Losing sleep, I'm a little girl
Them are right and we gonna like the right
Damn sure, ho be do me like oh girl
True when a nigga say it like you
Niggas sayin what he gon' do?
Tell a nigga he a lie, tell him that a real bad bitch get his own so that money can't buy
When a nigga say he ballin and someone's title in the desert
Not worth closing, it's teasin
Ask him if he ring
Tell him that your daddy was a real baller
He was blowin' money by the seasons
Let him know you good, left a couple mil and a whip for you
Big burner rays right that'll kill for you
Mama broke bad, left a nigga down bad
I ain't trippin, don't show I'm still here for you

[Chorus x2]
Don't come around again
I believe it
I believe it

 

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I Know

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I know I know I know
I know I know I know (What you know Quan?)
You ain't that nigga you say you is (Well how you know though?)
Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!)
Them streets, they f*ck with me strong
And them bitches gon f*ck just because money long
You know that I know I know I know
Well you know that I know it I know it I know

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
You a f*ck nigga and it ain't a secret
I'm so official they can referee it (they know I am)
Black gun, white work, I got jungle fever
28 on the scale, all I drop is ether (Rich Homie)
Get money, break bread, gotta feed your people
Every day like thanksgiving, everybody eating
I put work in the hood, let my homies grind
I do what I do to see my niggas shine
I know what I know and man that's all I know
I take 63 girls and try to make a four
That's a couple ounces if I get it right
Wanna see my homies rich cuz nigga this the life
I know

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I know that you ain't that nigga you claim to be
Despite how much money I make this shit ain't changing me
I know I know I know a lot of these niggas, they lame to me
I'm blown, I smoke what I rolled The same nigga that I came in with (Rich Homie baby)
I'm on the west coast in a low rider
4 bitches tryna leave with me
Ain't enough room and I don't know yall
I'm high as f*ck, you a low pie
I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics
Put a potato on it make it shoot silent
F*ck wrong with you? you profiling
I done made a million and I didn't go to college (F*ck you mean)
And all my niggas locked for some work, best believe he goin silent
He don't know nobody, can't trust nobody but yo self
So believe me when I tell you that I know about it
When I asked yo ho about it she said me and Yo Gotti
The realest niggas left and I told that bitch

[ Hook ]

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I wanna see my homies rich forever
I know some secrets, I'll never tell em
I got some birds but I'd never mail em
You in love with Instagram hoes and you ain't never met em
Pocket full of money, boy I know the feeling
I know that niggas hatin' that's why I lost the civic
And the drophead , of the 71 cutlass on 8's
And my wife beater on, with my hat to the back started from the bottom like Drake
But I'm with the same old niggas that I started with
Same young niggas I was robbing with
And if these niggas have a problem with
Got them automatic pistols no revolver shit (Bang!)
And I know niggas sell they soul, go against they guy
F*ck niggas, playin like they real, living in disguise
Homie what you know?

[Hook]

 

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Sorry

I'm Sorry [x13]

[Verse 1:]
I Can't F*ck Wit You No Moe Ho And I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry)
You A Disloyal Ass Bitch Ho You Sorry (You Sorry)
You Probably Ain't Pregnant Ho You Flaugin (You Sorry)
That Probably Ain't My Baby I Need Maury (I'm Sorry)
A Ho Gone Be A Ho They Ain't A Hunnit (They Ain't A Hunnit)
And When A Nigga Broke Them Hoes Act Funny (They Act Funny)
My Money Hungry Bitches They Can Smell It (They Can Smell It)
Loyalty Them Hoes Can't Even Spell It (I'm Sorry)
Aye You Can Give That Ho The World That Don't Mean Shit (They Sorry)
Cause You Can Rent A Ho But You Can't Buy A Bitch (I'm Sorry)
I Give It To You Raw (I'm Sorry) Straight Up And Down (Straight Up And Down)
If She Complainin And Accusing You Prolly F*ck Around (I'm Sorry)

[Hook:]
A Nigga Gone Be A Nigga I'm Just Sorry (I'm Sorry)
And A Ho Gone Be A Ho Regardless (Regardless)
If You Think She F*ckin Off She Probably (She Probably)
Think Yo Nigga Ain't Real Then Sorry (Sorry)
I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry) Bitch I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry)
I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry) Ho I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry)
A Ho Gone Be A Ho Regardless (Regardless)
A Nigga Gone Be A Nigga Ho I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry)

[Verse 2:]
I Like Different Type Of Bitches I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry)
I Could Never Be Committed And I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry)
How Often You Gone See Me? Hardly (I'm Sorry)
Cause Ion Want A Girl I Want A Partner (I'm Sorry)
Ian Talking On The Phone Bitch I'm Straight Texting (Texting)
Ian Going To The Movies Ho We Straight Sexing (Sexing)
Aww Yeen F*cking First Night Ho Stay FLexing (Flexing)
A Nigga Call And Sheen Answer Ho Stay Reckless (She Sorry)
I Got Trust Issues Thats Some real Shit (I'm Sorry)
Give Me Head And Kiss yo Nigga You A Ill Bitch (Uggghh)
Go Home Like Nothing Happend Thats Some Cold Shit (Ho You Cold)
And Ask Yo Nigga Who He F*cking Thats Some Ho Shit (Them Hoes)

[Hook:]
A Nigga Gone Be A Nigga I'm Just Sorry (I'm Sorry)
And A Ho Gone Be A Ho Regardless (Regardless)
If You Think She F*ckin Off She Probably (She Probably)
Think Yo Nigga Ain't Real Then Sorry (Sorry)
I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry) Bitch I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry)
I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry) Ho I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry)
A Ho Gone Be A Ho Regardless (Regardless)
A Nigga Gone Be A Nigga Ho I'm Sorry (I'm Sorry)

Sorry (I'm Sorry) [x3]
I'm Sorry

[Yo Gotti:] Ha Aye You Know I'm Sorry Shawty
[Girl:] You Sorry? Damn Right You Sorry!
As A Matter Of Fact Go F*ck Wit One Of Them Sorry Ass Hoes (I Am)
Don't Come To Me Sayin You Sorry After One Of Them Dumb Ass Bitches Don't Keep It Real!

 

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F-U

[Hook]
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
Tell a hater I just said
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
And tell your bitch I just said

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Meek
Ass up, face down
One night only, I'm from out of town
[?] new rules we ain't waiting on it
And if that pussy good we spend a cake on it
Patty cake, hotel, new bed, [?]
[?] sneakers, his or hers
If you a hater I just got two words

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
You, and the bitches that you came with
All in my section drinking my shit
You ain't f*cking, you ain't sucking what you doing ho?
Instagram and taking pictures, but you don't know me though
Damn, she said that she a fan
Yea I understand, but I want to get in her pants
[?] tongue out
She said she don't f*ck with rappers
And I'm like what you talking about bitch?

[Bridge]
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
I got two words for you
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
Tell my hater I said

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Oh, I said f*ck you
I don't like 'em, I don't love 'em
When the money come home
It's turning haters, I don't trust 'em
If the brick ain't coming with a stick, I don't touch 'em
[?] Scorpio when I'm bustin'
Like a bitch when she twerkin', y'all niggas workin'
Clowin' ass niggas, we should put you in the circus
In the cage with the lion, let him have you for dessert
And testifying on your homie, took a dip, but was it worth it nigga?
I'm in this bitch, she said my friend she want to f*ck you
I like your friend, but I really you know, I wanna f*ck you
[?], he got to f*ck too
And put your middle fingers up and scream

[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]
Haters, niggas mad at the paper

[Outro]
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
Tell a bitch I said
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
F*ck you
Tell my hater I said

 

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Cold Blood

[Hook: Canei Finch]
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon' survive now?
Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
If I could paint a picture
I would show the image of a [?]
Yeah, [?] nigga
Popping pain killers
Praying for a call for the [?]

[Hook: Canei Finch]
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon' survive now?
Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Here's a voice for the voiceless
My words like multiple choice to the choiceless
Emerge like a search light in the darkness
For this young, black carcass
My niggas either join the Armed Forces, or they corpses now
In God we trust But it's bucks that we worship, now
Boy that root of evil gon' forever rule the people
See, I seen just what that fast money gon' come and do to people
Hit a lick, it was a hit
He said, "Let's go and do the sequel"
But his, nigga wasn't 'bout it, nigga wasn't 'bout it, now
Feeling guilty, "What would Momma think about me?"
Told' em, think about it nigga, won't you think about it now?
But he was money hungry
Plus he trigger happy
So they hopped up in the Caddy
Burnt his pack, just like a Stevian
Thirty minutes later, blood is leaking at the ATM
Momma in denial, like her baby boy on trial
For a murder that he ain't commit
Tears soak the handkerchief

[Hook: Canei Finch]
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon' survive now?
Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
For real, for real

[Outro: J. Cole]
They say the good die young, that's the truth
My nigga floating up in heaven now, that's the proof
I ain't make it to the funeral, but homie rest in peace
If this world get too cold, I hope one day you rescue me
Nigga maybe we can fly someday
Oh we can fly someday
Yeah up in the sky someday
Do real niggas get to heaven?
That's that shit I ask the reverend

 

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LeBron James

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin' crooked
3 birds for a show, nigga gon' book it
I'm LeBron James, you a f*ckin' rookie
You probably want a ticket I'mma go and book it
Book it, book it
Book it, book it
I'mma go and book it
Big dollars in my pocket, got me sittin' crooked

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
100 racks in my pocket, I can't even walk
50 hitters with me nigga, I set it off
Poppin' bottles, blowing money, I'm just having fun
Me and my niggas fresh to death, upper echelon
I got buckles on my shoes and they gold bitch
Open my doors in reverse, this that Rolls bitch
CMG Bentley coupe, that's a cold kit
See the bird, double R, that's some cold shit
All I rock is white, them on my old shit
All my niggas solid, all my hoes thick
DJ drop that Gotti, this that dope boy shit
Smelling like a bag, I'm looking like a brick

[Hook: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
They say I signed to Tip, I say when I do that
Me and Tip, we're conversating bout where them choppas at (bang bang)
I be where them goonies and them robbers at (I am)
So when you see that Phantom dog don't follow that
Ridin' in a rental, gettin' that pack off
Fish scale yay I call it bath salts
Trap doing good, I can't complain
It's been a damn good month, I moved like 20 things
Then went and bought that new Jeep, that SRT
Yo ho suck dick on sight, ASAP
Just got a yellow AP and that bitch nasty
When I popped out my second week I coulda bought a Aston

[Hook: Yo Gotti]

 

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King Shit

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Oh this a hit nigga
With no words on it

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Tity Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from Philly boy
Bitch bad, and she said that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a make a nigga feel it boy
My flow on range, my swag's insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the bitch
She down to f*ck, but I'm really into her friend
House up on the hill, got it off of cocaine
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne
Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch only rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city been missing me
My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just like an instrument
Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, pussy where they do that?

[Verse 2: T.I.]
L.A. Reid cut the check for me
King shit and you know what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, f*ck the motherf*ckin dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion
I got racks all in my cargo pants
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass
If yo bitch bad, she get f*cked fast, ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D nigga
Like a bank strip when you see me, nigga
Your money wrong and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE nigga
Real nigga no joke, don't think there nigga no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up under my car
And nigga I don't wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
Shawty, they taught me everything I know
Like how to whip it, cook it, cut it, deal it
Hand it to your partner let him flood through the city
Really, we bout that action, you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max that's a motherf*cking fact
I'm a real nigga, f*ck these rappers

[Bridge: Yo Gotti]
Door up, doors down
When I'm in the club, bitch it's going down
Shawty think it f*cked, hand down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, shawty f*ckin head down
I see my phone blowing up, I know it's going down
Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town
Check the numbers in the city, boy it going down

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
This that dope boy academy, them three letters been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up happily
I ball hard like an athlete
Young black nigga in a big white phantom
Nigga, I look like a referee nigga
They blowing the whistle they telling
I do the clam I'm chilling
This bitch turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you yellin
They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it
I'm a real nigga till the death of me
Never sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherf*ckin Brinx trunk
Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a brick up, uh!

 

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ION Want It

[Intro:]
Ion want it [x14]

[Hook:]
If the money don't come in rubber bands ion want it
If the chopper don't come with a stand ion want it
If the pack ain't big enough for the fans ion want it
If the pussy don't come with the head ion want it
Ion want it [x8]
If the money don't come in rubber bands ion want
If the pussy don't come with the head ion want it

[Verse 1:]
If the coupe still come with the top you can keep it
If the case don't come with an informant you can beat it
If the sack don't come with a driver you can beam it
If the whip don't come with the shoes I'mma tweak it
If the .40 don't come with the extended ion want it
If you can't take a loss then ya ass shouldn't front it
If the ass don't come with the mouth I ain't budging
Shawty if I can't get no top, shawty ion want nothing
If the bottles don't come with the sparklers it ain't turnt (turn up)
Niggas still talking shit, guess them pussies ain't learn
If the case don't come with a bond you tripping
You don't need a lawyer then you must be snitching

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
If your bitch tryin' to f*ck a real nigga I won't stop her
If your bricks ain't double wrapped and stamped it ain't proper
If the Jordans don't come in the box Ion cop em
You can catch me kicking shit at Benihanas eating lobster
If my niggas don't like you nigga ion like you either
Only bird I f*ck with is a brick or desert eagle
You know me, keep it G, ion talk keep it pushin'
If a nigga [?] the hand bag you a pussy
If a nigga had money now he broke he don't deserve it
Pussy from a side bitch make you lose your family ain't worth it
99.9 swear to God I ain't lying
I'm 100 in the street pussy nigga I'm perfect

[Hook]

 

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Act Right

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
I'm going going back back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre
All I do is talk yay

[Bridge: Yo Gotti]
In the club got them bottles on replay
Tryna break a record like a DJ
That's a hundred fifty bottles in one night
I give that bitch some act right

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
Act right, act right
Money don't fold if it act right
Act right, act right
Niggas playin' games you can act right

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm goin' goin back back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre
I'm a street nigga all I do is talk yay
Want me in your city nigga know they gon' pay
Ain't lookin' for a free throw, lookin for a freak ho
Cuban link chain on my neck weigh a kilo
Nigga just violated pissed dirty to his P.O.
On the real nigga scale one to ten you a zero
Damn, that a bad bitch you a Creole
On the West coast but she say she from the N.O.
Act right, get your life changed
F*ck a purse, you can get the last name
Real nigga shit boy I hate lames
All my nigga sell dope or gang bang
Me and cash get the act right
You ain't in a foreign you don't look right

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I'm a tell ya off top mother f*ck free Boosie
Ridin' in my Lamborghini with the dope man uzi
Thinkin' came with a step might be the shit
I got a rooster in my Rari might be your bitch
I said I pull up in this bitch in that Aventador
Make you bitch pass out straight hit the floor
Said I never seen a car like that before
What's that thang stickin up? that's the door
I told YG I'm a go ride the whip
You just hangin' out the window ghost ride the clip
I made my first quarter million dollars off the blow
He want a nine piece chicken took that to-go
I'm a tell ya like this, ya'll motherf*cker listen
Kilo all day motherf*cker I'm trippin'
But if you run up on me think I'm slippin'
Michael Jordan with the chopper man I hit you like Pippen act right

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: YG]
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe
I'm a fly nigga nigga I take your ho
I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco
The devil talkin' to me, but I don't hear him
Act like I'm deaf like So-So
F*ck you, f*ck him, f*ck them
F*ck my ex and her cohorts
Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
Niggas start trippin boom bow dope fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I don't need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with you bitch you been a rat
I don't got money problems, I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols

[Bridge]

[Hook]