Like to Shine

[Verse 1] Fall up in the club, everybody pointing A stack for some jeans, homie, that ain't nothing 200 for the [?], I gon't give a damn The ice around my neck, represent who I am [?] yellow [?] wrist on freeze Your jeans alright, dawg, but you ain't got these You don't move keys, and you don't rock shows You small time hustler, man, I already know Talk about old school, that ain't no classic New school [?] man, that Lamb so nasty And I ain't went platnom, seem so [?] To come from North Memphis, to a million dollar crib Bottle after bottle, and I don't even drink Rainbow diamonds, every color but pink Fall up in the shoe store, blow a quarter key On nothing but [?] toes, like I'm Run DMC It's Yo Gotti [Verse 2] Riding in thе hummer, with your baby mama If you looking for us, we gon' be at Bеnihana Like I'd wife her, fly to Behamas She on that Mary J., number 5, no drama Million dollars later, that I'm still thugging I ain't rapping, I'm just talking to them niggas who hustling Spend it like it's nothing I'm a roll model Show you how to live for today, and not tomorrow Brother rock Prada, bitch rock Chanel Sister wear Louis, and I just rock shells Take it out the pot, drop it on the scale Take it to the hood, watch how fast it can sell Two for the twelve, or one for the seven Niggas shooting the stash, fuck around and do eleven Sixty seven drop, now that's a showstopper At the club with your bitch, eating pancakes and waffles I'm Yo Gotti [Verse 3] True to my religion, true king of Memphis I fuck with Kia Shine, hell na, I ain't crispy When I talk chickens, ain't talking 'bout no shirts No shoes or no jeans, I'm talking that work No [?] 'cause I don't rock [?] I'm rubberband [?] ten stacks in my pocket Plus I got the rocket, I ain't talking Nassa Pistols in the club, and that ain't no hassle Niggas making songs, and they ain't even rappers Make believe fairytail, hollywood actors 36 O's, still stamped them in the wrapper Purple mixed with lemonade, that's [?] I'm Yo Gotti