Karaoke Track: Yo Gotti And 2 Chainz by Cases (Pop Hits)

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We count rose&#39;s by the case
Forces by the case

Three hundred dollar True Religion
We cop &#39;em by the case

No one can fmd my case
Gucci&#39;s got no laces

Baking soda by the cases
In the kitchen doin&#39; the matrix

We count rose&#39;s by the case
Forces by the case

Three hundred dollar True Religion
We cop &#39;em by the case

No one can fmd my case
Gucci&#39;s got no laces

Baking soda by the cases
In the kitchen doin&#39; the matrix

Go up down
Up down
My top doin&#39; the matrix

I need a model
We&#39;ll rhyme sm basics

Everything kitty
Cocaine crazy

Bitch done hit my phone
And fum up my situation

DJ drop they got it
Doughboys went crazy
Shoot a thousand

Bet a thousand
You&#39;re gambling with your savings

Kit-kitchen doin&#39; numbers
I-l may need a helper
B-bitch say she want PM

So you know why nigga left
Left-Ieft

RosIa by the cases
Rubles by the boxes

Famous fakin&#39; on this SW
80 how the fm she gon&#39; be cocky

Yeah they all be foxy
Yeah my eyes be rocky

I pulled up in their white cuddly
Four fifteen their face was droppin&#39;

We count rose&#39;s by the case
Forces by the case

Three hundred dollar True Religion
We cop &#39;em by the case

No one can fmd my case
Gucci&#39;s got no laces

Baking soda by the cases
In the kitchen doin&#39; the matrix

We count rose&#39;s by the case
Forces by the case

Three hundred dollar True Religion
We cop &#39;em by the case

No one can fmd my case
Gucci&#39;s got no laces

Baking soda by the cases
In the kitchen doin&#39; the matrix

I am gettin&#39; to the money
All upper cases

Trap on fire I stay
Down the street with satan

Hell on earth
I say hello to my neighbor

Ghetto nigga got a mansion
And I&#39;m still stealin&#39; cable

Still Porche ridin&#39;
I should get sky mileage

Try me in the club
We gon&#39; whoop your ass inside it

All my hoes excited
Damn your weed is quiet

Plug gettin&#39; mad &#39;cause he
Think I&#39;m gon&#39; retire

Just had a case
Lawyer asked for a dismissal

Real D boy
I gotta settle for some christmas

Me and Yo Gotti
From Atlanta down to Memphis

Gettin&#39; money I can pay
You niggas couldn&#39;t pay attention

We count rose&#39;s by the case
Forces by the case

Three hundred dollar True Religion
We cop &#39;em by the case

No one can fmd my case
Gucci&#39;s got no laces

Baking soda by the cases
In the kitchen doin&#39; the matrix

We count rose&#39;s by the case
Forces by the case

Three hundred dollar True Religion
We cop &#39;em by the case

No one can fmd my case
Gucci&#39;s got no laces

Baking soda by the cases
In the kitchen doin&#39; the matrix

Ba-ba-baby rapper dead
80 the game it got born

Pulled up in some foreign
Dropped the top and hit the horn

Snare top doin&#39; a hundred
They like Gotti where you goin&#39;
I got a bitch from THU

I&#39;m about to scoop her
From the dorm

Yeah we doin&#39; the matrix
Call her children ofthe corn

Fmum suck me right
And she gon&#39; swallow my unborn

Friends say she whorin&#39;
Talk-talkin&#39; while she goin&#39;

Say she want that Louis bag
I asked her which one

It&#39;s not a big issue
Niggas know my hoe can get it

I get ya-yo by the truckload
&#39;Nough to full up my whole kitchen

Why-why-why these niggas bitchin&#39;
When they come down
To their bitches

All the excuses
All their trickin&#39;
Man I guess they just ain&#39;t gettin&#39; it

We count rose&#39;s by the case
Forces by the case

Three hundred dollar True Religion
We cop &#39;em by the case

No one can fmd my case
Gucci&#39;s got no laces

Baking soda by the cases
In the kitchen doin&#39; the matrix

We count rose&#39;s by the case
Forces by the case

Three hundred dollar True Religion
We cop &#39;em by the case

No one can fmd my case
Gucci&#39;s got no laces

Baking soda by the cases
In the kitchen doin&#39; the matrix

And we laugh

0n the kitchen
Bitch