Dolla Fo Dolla lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
LaSiera Music (Yea)
Yeah n*gga, it's whatever
Yeah b*tch, it's whatever (Huah)
Yeah, I am
(Let’s Get it)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti & LaSiera]
I'll never let my n*ggas down
Nah, I never put some choppas down (Never)
Hit your b*tch when I come in town
She ain't never let a n*gga down (Yeah)

No fake sh*t no BBL
My real n*ggas they CVL
I walk around his mansion with my booty shorts and a ginger ale

Blog put a n*gga business out
Knock 'em down, now switch 'em out
I got opps I don't know about
Stand on business, we don't talk about it (Shh)

Don’t ask no Questions
Ion hear nun
Got b*tches scared
Cuz ion fear none
Namе buzzin like a stun gun
But I come through with that one and donе
We do real numbers, real chef, Benihana's
I'll take a n*gga under
Watch three-hundred, these is Yeezy's
'Fore they drop (Yeah), call 'em Dondas
Jay said I got the thunder
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
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no f*ck n*ggas (Shh)
Big stepper, we'll stomp on you lil' n*ggas
n*ggas say they slidin', nobody dyin' though (Oh)
Your net worth in the fours, what was they lyin' 'fore?
Go dollar for dollar, shotta for shotta
We can go thottie for thottie
I'm scholarship Gotti, you gave a b*tch a Birkin
I just gave her some knowledge

[Verse 2: LaSiera]
Jump on the track and get it Poppin’ (Poppin)
These b*tches need to stop rapping that nonsense
Thinkin’ they f*ckin’ with me and they not
I get it poppin’ like grease in the pot (Pot)

n*ggas just rapping about guns and get shot (Shot)
I got gorillas they bringing that snot
Pull up in the game, take a Rap b*tch spot
I got the sauce word to drake you know it’s hot
(HUAH)
I put 100 thou on my chest (Aye)
Look at the flick of the wrist (yea)
My VVS’s so crisp, Loud got a lisp
Ain’t no more Opps on the list
Stop sending out shots, You b*tches get dismissed
These rappers I’m schooling, they not passing the Quiz

I stacked up a million, Then put it on my wrist
My NetWork got these b*tches feeling dissed
(you mad?)
b*tch, you mad? I can’t help that
n*ggas, you broke? There ain’t No Chit-Chat

Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I'm knockin' all my opps out the field
Young n*ggas sick, young n*gga ill
All of my n*ggas united
Just ballin' to DC United
I gave him the pack and he tanked it (Tanked it)
Twenty-five pints and he dranked it (Uhh)
Just showed her my account and she fainted (On God)
Showed him the plug and he thanked me (You welcome)
"Ayy, Gotti you low, you jankie"
Lil' b*tch just posted me, brainless (Dumbass)
Rolls Royce stainless (Steel)
Made my neighbourhood famous (For real)
Rich catch for tourists (For tourists)
Ayy, why yo' jewellery blury?
All my jewellery flawless, all my n*ggas stallers
None of my n*ggas sanctifies, they be throwin' cross
All my Forgies offset
All my diamonds factory set
That my lil' savage, I stamped that
My b*tch like the sunset, yeah
I see the same n*ggas doin' the same sh*t every day (sh*t every day)
Different n*gga, yeah, I had to go and make a way (Go and make a way)
Any day, it's another million-dollar plate
It's like seventy mill now, 'nother hundred on the way