I Got Them

Already, know what I'm sayin'

This Birdman and this is how its goin' down

The lil' youngin, Yo Gotti, I certified the nigga

Stamped to approve you, feel me, and the J.R

I see like niggas must be

They got us fucked up, they got us fucked up

They got us fucked up, we been movin' birds, bitch

They got us fucked up, they got ya fucked up

They get ya fucked up, we been movin' birds, bitch (yeah)

Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks

Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit

Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks

Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit (I got 'em)

Get what they lookin' for, keep what they lookin' for

All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for

I'm the dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman (alright)

I'm the dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman (yeah)

Money to be made, best believe a nigga got it

I run it myself, like a quarter back option

I pitch ya ten Gs, tell a bitch to go shoppin'

She buys herself some clothes and she brought me back a chopper

See, nigga try to cook it, but know I don't play sucker

I'm all about my cake, I'm tryin' to marry Betty Crocker

A package on the way, you know my whip game proper

Ya know for one ki, I see seven thousand dollars

Now I will shoot dice, smokin' on a joint

I bet with Yo Gotti, he hit five straight points

We over here hustlin', we over here grindin'

We rap about money, and a nigga might sign ya

Rap about me, and a nigga might find ya

Banana in ya ass, it's what you hear right behind ya

Dope game bitch, let his momma where I bought 'em

You can holla at me, or Fee

Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks

Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit

Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks

Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit (I got 'em)

Get what they lookin' for, keep what they lookin' for

All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for

I'm the dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman

I'm the dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman (I got 'em)

Another bird man with the bird land got a 20 piece

Gotti know charge to Memphis 22 a piece

Now I'm in the kitchen with a beacon and a blender

Low-key and a rental with them things in the fenders

Yeah, I'm goin' ten grand, January to December

But there's no winter, summer, Gotti lookin' like a winner

I'm goin' back to Cali', I got to get the light green

Mexico Valley, you know they got them pan trees

18-wheeler, now I'm on I-10

On my way to Memphis, I got to get my hands in

I come from the north where gangstas gon' grind

Bitch niggas gon' whine, and hustlas gon' shine

Everybody say they trappin', but most of these niggas lying

I told Slim, I told Stunna, I'm waiting for my time

You can rock it and pop it click clack I shot 'em

Chopper bullets burn, I got 'em

Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks

Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit

Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks

Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit (I got 'em)

Get what they lookin' for, keep what they lookin' for

All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for

I'm the dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman

I'm the dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman (I got 'em)

Yeah, yeah

Back where I started on my set and black

Hopped out the passenger side of my back

Under my nuts was two ounces of crack

But in my palm, I had that chromed-out MAC

Shinin' on them bitches 'cause nigga I'm 'bout that

Flip a quarter bird, and score a whole sack

Pull up to the club in the old school 'Lac

With a bitch ridin' fly, so how you love that

It's grind time, nigga, been about that

We flippin' birds, let them hos go to Saks

We livin' large with the garbage bag fat

Want the money and the power, real niggas gon' stack

And ride fly, 25 on the back

Plushed out nigga, keep a few stacks

Out the hood, 'bout money and that's that

And if you ever cross the line, best believe you get waxed

Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks

Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit

Quarters and halves, chick-chickens and bricks

Ball-ballers of dope, and ounces and shit (I got 'em)

Get what they lookin' for, keep what they lookin' for

All they got to do is tell me what they lookin' for

I'm the dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman

I'm the dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman (I got 'em)

Yeah, ya understand me, nigga

We the motherfuckin' stunnas nigga

Young Money, Cash Money, nigga

Yo Gotti, what it do, Stunna, nigga

Feel me, that's how it's goin' down

We puttin' it down

Money, money, money

Get it, money, get it, 100, ya heard me

That's how it's goin' down, nigga, yeah