Young B Black - Jon Gotti Lyrics

Oh yea oh yea oh yea oh yea
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
That paper I be chasing like a high speed
Oh yeaa oh yeaaa oh yea oh ya oh ya yeaa yeaa
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
That paper I be chasing like a high speed
I make it look easy but its too hard to copy
Im a boss bitch I call shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby come and gimme sloppy toppy
I was doin dirt in a peacoat
Now I scoop yo shorty up she gimme deepthroat
Its more to life then countin money blowin weed smoke
Im in da trap im tryna locc down the whole eastcoast
Rip to my gansta my fucin G gone
Wit my baby she laughin I gotta flip phone
Im laughin back at her cuz that my trap phone
I fell off for a minute now Im back onn
Learn da game from my Uncle Gino
Cancel these bitches like Im fuccin Nino
I do it My Way just like Im Carlitto
Rollin da dice in da trap like casinos
Perkys in my system comin down off those
Draco wit a 100 let dem rounds out those
You inside poppin shit u dont even come outdoors
I sale alotta pounds I dont run out those
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
That paper I be chasing like a high speed
I make it look easy but its too hard to copy
Im a boss bitch I call shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby come and gimme sloppy toppy
Woke up feelin sad
Nigga I was doin real bad
Came up movin gas bags
Spent alotta time on da ave
Did alotta thingz in da past
Made alotta moves for da cash
Str8 Face I aint wear a mask
40 to ya temple for da bag (GimmeDat)
I dont talk alotta trash
I be gettin to da bag
Xannie make me relax
Quit em then I relapsed
We was chewin on Beans
GBs really poppin dem thangz
Errday I wake up nigga get fly hi like a plane
Like Im Terry on da Cruz
Liberiachi wit da jewels
Put Versace on my dick
Pop a bottle not a brew
I was coolin wit da goons
Gettin high act a fool
Mami call me for da back shots
Im a treat her like my boo
Waitin til they free my bro
I need pounds for da low
Real street nigga livin by da G Code
Everything 4 sale except my Soul
We aint takin no Lz we reload dem polez
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
That paper I be chasing like a high speed
I make it look easy but its too hard to copy
Im a boss bitch I call shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby come and gimme sloppy toppy