That's What They Made It For (feat. Pooh Bear)

Yeah

It's that boy Yo

Yo Gotti, Back to the Basics

In stores right now

It's that boy Yo

DJ Slice

Yeah

It's that boy Yo Gotti

And that boy Scott Storch

I paid like 10 bricks for this one

C'mon

I'm from the hood homie

It's all good homie

Let's get it

Went from a box Chevy, to a box Porsche

From a hundred dollar beat, to a Scott Storch

From a gram in my sock, to a truckload

I'm talking U-Hauls, I'm talking bus loads

Look at my earlobe, look at my mouth glow

I got like 10 on me homie, what they hit for

Call the Benz dealer, I want that 550

Got two diamond chains on me like a buck fifty

And my Rollie ain't no regular Rollie, it's a presi

VVS invisible setting, 12 karat bezel

Yes it, I got that E and got that dro fo sho

I'll have your girl yelling, Yo Gotti Yo Gotti Yo

Go ahead and chop that paper up, that's what they made it for

We can hear this through your speakers

Turn it up, that's what they made it for

Got that 50 Cal, keep it cocked, that's what they made it for

Keep them boulders moving down the block, that's what they made it for

Riding in the 'Lac, better lean, that's what they made it for

Got them diamonds on your neck, let em

Bling, that's what they made it for

You can spend the cheddar 'round the

Clock, that's what they made it for

Shorty back it up and let it drop, that's what they made it for

I like that shorty rockin, especially when she poppin

She got that Dolce & Gabbana on her apple bottom

She got that Chanel kit, and that Dior purse

She got that Tiffany shit, and that Gamora

She got that Chanel kit, and that Dior purse

She got that Tiffany shit, and that Gamora

She got that Chanel kit, and that Dior purse

She got that Tiffany shit, and that Gamora

She hopping out that sport Rover with them Louie loafers

Shorty bad, drop dead gorgeous, yelling game over

Bitches go man to man, money go hand to hand

I'll leave your girl saying, Yo Gotti Yo Gotti Yo

That old school sitting clean as a whistle

She was staring, till Storch pulled up in that McClaren

Damn, inside peanut butter sitting on Pirelli's

I'll have your sister yelling, Yo Gotti Yo Gotti Yo

Go ahead and chop that paper up, that's what they made it for

We can hear this through your speakers

Turn it up, that's what they made it for

Got that 50 Cal, keep it cocked, that's what they made it for

Keep them boulders moving down the block, that's what they made it for

Riding in the 'Lac, better lean, that's what they made it for

Got them diamonds on your neck, let em

Bling, that's what they made it for

You can spend the cheddar 'round the

Clock, that's what they made it for

Shorty back it up and let it drop, that's what they made it for

It's like I see the future, you reach I gotta shoot ya

It's like I'm going a thousand miles and you stuck in neutral

I blew a quarter ticket, before I had a future

That's when I was in the North playing the distributor

20 Flat'll get ya 36, and 36'll get ya 72

And 72'll get ya plenty of

20 Thousand 5, 10 thousand 10, 5 thousand 20

3 Thousand 50's I got plenty of

And I ain't scared to spend it, that's what it's made for

And if it's rented, I ain't in it, mine's paid for

And if it's tinted, paint dripping and it's sitting low

I'll have your girl yelling, Yo Gotti Yo Gotti Yo

Go ahead and chop that paper up, that's what they made it for

We can hear this through your speakers

Turn it up, that's what they made it for

Got that 50 Cal, keep it cocked, that's what they made it for

Keep them boulders moving down the block, that's what they made it for

Riding in the 'Lac, better lean, that's what they made it for

Got them diamonds on your neck, let em

Bling, that's what they made it for

You can spend the cheddar 'round the

Clock, that's what they made it for

Shorty back it up and let it drop, that's what they made it for