Gotti Lyrics

We pop all kinds of bottles, Bring Another bottle, Pour another bottle

Drank keep pouring out the bottle

They tryna see me at the bottom

So we gon make it Rain at the Party

Top Floor blowing Blunts, Bob Marley

I might feel like a Young John Gotti

Why yo ass in the club if you don't got it?

Told my Dawg that He got it if I got it

If you with me 4L then I got you

I got big chains on big Rings and my weed louder then the speakers

We got Mini-Me's in this industry, Got a lot of niggas tryna be us

We got money Piling on the table

Putting money on the table

30 blunts on the table

Working till I'm not able

All of my Guns on Auto, Dare a nigga play bout my bro

Still hit the club pop bottles

Clear port fucking on Models

Had a talk with Big Unc at the cemetery

Don't give up on me, you know I need you dawg

Shit get deep I don't even know who to call

So caught up in this life I'm just tryna ball

Watch the racks hit the floor then we still count up

Bad Bitch right in my crib counting up

Woke up feeling like "Drinks on us"

Still got drank in the club pouring up

I could wake up one day and just lose it all, So Right now while I'm young imma blow it all

We pop all kinds of bottles, Bring Another bottle, Pour another bottle

Drank keep pouring out the bottle

They tryna see me at the bottom

So we gon make it Rain at the Party

Top Floor blowing Blunts, Bob Marley

I might feel like a Young John Gotti

Why yo ass in the club if you don't got it?

Told my Dawg that He got it if I got it

If you with me 4L then I got you