Cases

[Intro]

(WiLL Made-It)

(Ear Drummers)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

We cop rosé by the cases (Chyeah), Forces by the cases (Huh?)

Three hundred dollar True Religions, we cop 'em by the cases (Bands)

Lawyer fighting my cases (Chyeah), Guccis got no laces (Hey)

Baking soda by the cases, in the kitchen doing The Matrix

We cop rosé by the cases (Cases), Forces by the cases (Cases)

Three hundred dollar True Religions, we cop 'em by the cases (Hey)

Lawyer fighting my cases (Cases), Guccis got no laces (Laces)

Baking soda by the cases, in the kitchen doing The Matrix

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]

Go up, down, up, down, my top doing The Matrix (It's gone)

I need a model, we don't ride shit basic (Basic)

Everything kitted (Kitted), cocaine crazy (I am)

Bitch done hit my phone, then fucked up my situation (Bitch)

DJ dropped that Gotti (Gotti), dope boys went crazy (Crazy)

Shoot a thousand, bet a thou', you gambling with your savings (Hey)

Kitchen doing numbers (Numbers), I may need a helper (Helper)

Bitch said she wasn't fucking, so you know a nigga left her (Left her)

Rosé by the cases (Cases), rubbers by the boxes (Boxes)

No mistaking, I'm the shit, so how the fuck she gon' be cocky?

Yeah, these hoes be foxy (Foxy), yeah, my ice be rocky (Rocky)

I pulled up in that white Cutlass, 4:15, that bass was dropping

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & 2 Chainz]

We cop rosé by the cases (Yeah), Forces by the cases (Uh)

Three hundred dollar True Religions, we cop 'em by the cases (Yeah)

Lawyer fighting my cases (Cases), Guccis got no laces

Baking soda by the cases, in the kitchen doing The Matrix (Yeah)

We cop rosé by the cases (Cases, yeah), Forces by the cases (Cases, yeah)

Three hundred dollar True Religions, we cop 'em by the cases (Okay, hey)

Lawyer fighting my cases (Cases), Guccis got no laces (Laces, 2 Chainz)

Baking soda by the cases (Yeah), in the kitchen doing The Matrix

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

I am getting to the money (Money), all uppercases (Yeah)

Trap on fire, I stay down the street from Satan (Hot)

Hell on Earth, I say hello to my neighbor

Ghetto nigga, got a mansion and I'm still stealing cable (Tell 'em)

Still Force riding, I should get sky mileage (Fly)

Try me in the club, we gon' whoop your ass inside it (Ow)

All my hoes excited (Excited), damn, your weed is quiet (Damn)

Plug getting mad 'cause he think I'm gon' retire (Damn)

Just had a case, lawyer asked for a dismissal (He did)

Real D-boy, I got a set of forks for some Christmas (Forks)

Me and Yo Gotti, from Atlanta down to Memphis

Getting money, I can pay you niggas, fool, pay attention

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

We cop rosé by the cases, Forces by the cases

Three hundred dollar True Religions, we cop 'em by the cases

Lawyer fighting my cases, Guccis got no laces

Baking soda by the cases, in the kitchen doing The Matrix

We cop rosé by the cases (Cases), Forces by the cases (Cases)

Three hundred dollar True Religions, we cop 'em by the cases (Hey)

Lawyer fighting my cases (Cases), Guccis got no laces (Laces)

Baking soda by the cases, in the kitchen doing The Matrix

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]

Favorite rapper dead, so the game, it got boring (Boring)

Pulled up in something foreign, dropped the top and hit the horn (Uh-huh)

Snatched out doing a hundred, they like, "Gotti, where you going?" (Skrrt, chyeah)

I got a bitch from TSU, I'm 'bout to scoop her from the dorm (Hey)

Yeah, we doing The Matrix, call her Children of the Corn (Hey)

Fuck and suck me right, and she gon' swallow my unborn (Born)

Friends say she whoring (Whoring), talking 'bout she going (Going)

Say she want that Louis bag, I asked her, "Which one?" (Whatever you like)

It's not a big issue, niggas know my ho can get it (Get it)

I get yayo by the truckload, load could fill up my whole kitchen

Why these niggas bitching when it come down to they bitches?

All these excuses, all this tricking, man, I guess they just ain't getting it

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

We cop rosé by the cases (Chyeah), Forces by the cases (Bands)

Three hundred dollar True Religions, we cop 'em by the cases (I am)

Lawyer fighting my cases (Bitch), Guccis got no laces (You see 'em)

Baking soda by the cases, in the kitchen doing The Matrix (Yeah, yo)

We cop rosé by the cases (Hey, cases), Forces by the cases (Hey, cases)

Three hundred dollar True Religions, we cop 'em by the cases (Hey)

Lawyer fighting my cases (Cases), Guccis got no laces (Laces)

Baking soda by the cases, in the kitchen doing The Matrix

[Outro]

Chyeah

Hey

And we live from the kitchen, bitch