For The Record

[Intro: Yo Gotti]

Hey Gotti

What's happening?

You ever heard that story, about when the real niggas came in last place?

Nah, nah, nah, I don't believe that

Hahaha, shit me neither

Ha

[Verse 1]

Shout out to grippin' jewels (Grippin' jewels)

Cocaine records (Cocaine records)

I'll die for them three letters, make these streets respect us (Go ask 'em)

I did deals that didn't benefit me

Why would I do such a thing? So my niggas could eat (One hundred)

My nigga on that dog food (Food), stole a 100K (crossed me)

It was a million in that safe, why the fuck you play? (Pussy)

If you gon' take it, take it all, nigga, nigga

'Cause when I see you, I want it all, nigga, nigga

Baby momma up and left (Why?)

She left me scarred (It hurt me)

But I can't blame her, all the shit I done (Why?), I know it's hard (Yeah)

To love a nigga like me (Me), I'm too deep in these streets (I am)

Dedicated to hustlers whom dedicated to me (I am)

Six hundred for a Richard Mille, and I was sellin' bricks

I'm rockin' niggas record deals (On my wrist)

Twenty mill' for an advance check (Twenty what?)

I fuck around declined that (I don't give a fuck)

[Interlude]

First we want the money, but now we gotta own the masters

How you live in a mansion but you don't own the land?

I'm on some other shit, uh

[Verse 2]

I gave these niggas the game, I guess they didn't listen, so fuck 'em

I told 'em big homie rules, didn't pay attention, these niggas some suckers, uh

They flex on the 'Gram, they show they lil' racks but they live with their momma, uh

Gun emoji sign, we just smoke you, don't want no drama, uh

Let me clear up the air

No beefs with no rappers at all

My focus is building my niggas up, gettin' 'em some money and freein' my dawgs, uh

When it come to these broads, I'm different

I buy her Chanel not Tiffany

I fuck around, send her like ten thousand flowers to her job 'cause I know that she miss me

And she know my history

I know her potential

Girl real as you is, and fire is that head, Girl God must sent you, uh

But back to the issues at hand

Don't wanna play on your dawg

Don't sacrifice your lil' mans

You got to build up the team

Gettin' a hundred racks was a dream

Gettin' million, didn't even seem

Like it was possible to achieve

Now I'm playin' with a fore, ridin' in a 'Rari, strapped with a 40

That was 400K, yeah, a nigga ballin', I ain't just talkin'

Fuck a bitch good, then the hoe stalk, can't get her off me

Had a good month, tricked on a bitch, but I don't do it often

Yeah (Yeah)

Big Gotti, I'm cocky

'Cause I know everybody got their money right

Yeah, the team solid (Yeah)

[Outro]

CMG

All I ever did was show niggas how to get money

How to do it on their own

How to put their niggas on

The definition of a hustler

Treat my partners like brothers

Been understood business, had a joint venture with the plug

Never joined the gang, still a thug

Never did nothin' to kids or women, it's off limits

In the streets I'm official

If I ain't with you, I'm against you