Maybach Music This is so all bad, oh, nothin' good can come from this Sweet but sad, I don't know love ruins a relationship It will never last but it feels so good, guess I gotta deal with it This is so all bad, this is so all bad Got me messin' 'round with you You got me messin' 'round with you Out here messin' 'round with you What you gon' say? What you gon' do Baby if they knew? I'm a G, she say the pain runs deep But she can't run from me I'm in these streets with the killers, thugs, and drug dealers 100 mil' plus, in trucks with no ceilings Fuck who don't feel it, I'm feelin' like I'm the realest Biggest boss in the business and really that's to infinite What we doin' wrong but it feels right Can't discuss what we did the whole night Won't be the last time, on my cash line Duffel bags so accountant is the past time And for the last time, I'm not a bad guy I just like what I like, now shorty act right Small waist, red weaves Black car, keep it flyer than them Red Wings Nightmares, daydreams She the one, listen how she say things This is so all bad, oh, nothin' good can come from this Sweet but sad, I don't know love ruins a relationship It will never last but it feels so good, guess I gotta deal with it This is so all bad, this is so all bad Got me messin' 'round with you You got me messin' 'round with you Out here messin' 'round with you What you gon' say? What you gon' do Baby if they knew? She in love with the life, champagne and all the lights Chanel sneakers and scarves, I want you to be my wife We can run around the world and tuck with no fear G4, G5, whole team here (Maybach Music) Call ourselves friends, but we holdin' hands Got alot of questions, am I a controllin' man? I run the streets but I'm well known in Japan As a G, a boss, the money coming fast She from a lovin' home, I'm from a troubled home One bedroom, didn't have a telephone Now I'm on the corner, time to get my hustle on Women recognize, and now I got a couple of 'em Speedin' in the Beemer then I got a Range She not a side chick, she all in my lane She a quiet chick, may let her see some things I'm catchin' feelings for her, she take away the pain Got me messin' 'round with you You got me messin' 'round with you Out here messin' 'round with you What you gon' say? What you gon' do Baby if they knew? Life amazin', wake up in new places Big faces stuffed in suitcases Played the hand I was dealt, few aces Now the bedroom suite is too spacious Niggas wanna kill me but I put 'em on pause Broke motherfuckers better bow to the boss I'm gettin' high, I'm above the law Gettin' down and dirty, makin' love to her Please believe in niggas that's still schemin' But the ghost that floats the Four Seasons To love me baby is too easy But what I need you to do is just believe me She got the Range Rover, I was cool with it Been the land, cruisin' girl I went to school in it Green Goyard bag, it got the tool in it Every time we fuck, I act a fool in it Got me messin' 'round with you You got me messin' 'round with you Out here messin' 'round with you What you gon' say? What you gon' do Baby if they knew? (Ooh) Baby if they knew (ooh)

Maybach Music This is so all bad, oh, nothin' good can come from this Sweet but sad, I don't know love ruins a relationship It will never last but it feels so good, guess I gotta deal with it This is so all bad, this is so all bad Got me messin' 'round with you You got me messin' 'round with you Out here messin' 'round with you What you gon' say? What you gon' do Baby if they knew? I'm a G, she say the pain runs deep But she can't run from me I'm in these streets with the killers, thugs, and drug dealers 100 mil' plus, in trucks with no ceilings Fuck who don't feel it, I'm feelin' like I'm the realest Biggest boss in the business and really that's to infinite What we doin' wrong but it feels right Can't discuss what we did the whole night Won't be the last time, on my cash line Duffel bags so accountant is the past time And for the last time, I'm not a bad guy I just like what I like, now shorty act right Small waist, red weaves Black car, keep it flyer than them Red Wings Nightmares, daydreams She the one, listen how she say things This is so all bad, oh, nothin' good can come from this Sweet but sad, I don't know love ruins a relationship It will never last but it feels so good, guess I gotta deal with it This is so all bad, this is so all bad Got me messin' 'round with you You got me messin' 'round with you Out here messin' 'round with you What you gon' say? What you gon' do Baby if they knew? She in love with the life, champagne and all the lights Chanel sneakers and scarves, I want you to be my wife We can run around the world and tuck with no fear G4, G5, whole team here (Maybach Music) Call ourselves friends, but we holdin' hands Got alot of questions, am I a controllin' man? I run the streets but I'm well known in Japan As a G, a boss, the money coming fast She from a lovin' home, I'm from a troubled home One bedroom, didn't have a telephone Now I'm on the corner, time to get my hustle on Women recognize, and now I got a couple of 'em Speedin' in the Beemer then I got a Range She not a side chick, she all in my lane She a quiet chick, may let her see some things I'm catchin' feelings for her, she take away the pain Got me messin' 'round with you You got me messin' 'round with you Out here messin' 'round with you What you gon' say? What you gon' do Baby if they knew? Life amazin', wake up in new places Big faces stuffed in suitcases Played the hand I was dealt, few aces Now the bedroom suite is too spacious Niggas wanna kill me but I put 'em on pause Broke motherfuckers better bow to the boss I'm gettin' high, I'm above the law Gettin' down and dirty, makin' love to her Please believe in niggas that's still schemin' But the ghost that floats the Four Seasons To love me baby is too easy But what I need you to do is just believe me She got the Range Rover, I was cool with it Been the land, cruisin' girl I went to school in it Green Goyard bag, it got the tool in it Every time we fuck, I act a fool in it Got me messin' 'round with you You got me messin' 'round with you Out here messin' 'round with you What you gon' say? What you gon' do Baby if they knew? (Ooh) Baby if they knew (ooh)

Whiskey on the late night, pull up on me, skrrt Better hurry 'fore I find another nigga that gon' pull up first On me now Break my back, spin me 'round (Woo) Pull my hair, it's goin' down Got me losin' my religion all damn night Ooh, this ain't right But it's a vibe, yeah Throw it back, I keep it tight, yeah For you 'Cause I might show it off, it off for you And I might risk it all, it all for you, oh my God When you touch me, like oh my God Perfect chemistry, like oh my God Just what I need (Oh my God) Your company, yeah, oh my God (Oh my God) Oh my God, yeah (Oh my God) Oh (Oh my God) Hey, yeah Throw away my feelings and you bring 'em back like that, like that, like But you know I like it when you do me like that, like that, like that, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Kissin' me places that I never thought that you could reach Bring out the freak in me and it's alright with me You can roll another one or we can pour a little liquor, oh yeah 'Cause I know what you want, and tonight I'ma give it to you, oh yeah, yeah Put it on me, don't be scared to give that work 'Cause I ain't never had nobody make me feel this way When you touch me, like oh my God Perfect chemistry, like oh my God Just what I need (Oh my God) Your company, yeah, oh my God (Oh my God) Oh my God, yeah (Oh my God) Oh (Oh my God) Oh my God When you touch me, oh my God The perfect chemistry, yeah Woah, I, God (Whiskey on the late night, pull up on me, skrrt)

Lately, what's wrong with me? We've been up all night for 'bout a week Yeah, I lay here and it's hard to sleep Thinkin' are you friendly? Do you fuck with me? Oh If you keep on, we gon' fall in love, fall in love You keep givin' me what I need Tell me I be doin' too much, doin' too much It's gon' be some shit to see If you keep puttin' your love on me It's gon' be some shit to see If you keep puttin' your love on me Steady makin' plans Damn, hmm, I got a man Put that thing on me I read the text, did not expect what I was gon' see, uh But it may never be, no, no, no, no But let's just wait and see, yeah If you keep on, baby, we gon' fall in love, fall in love You keep givin' me what I need Tell me I be doin' too much, doin' too much, baby It's gon' be some shit to see If you keep puttin' your love on me It's gon' be some shit to see If you keep puttin' your love on me (Yeah) Steady makin' plans Damn, I got a man Only for a night We can go up, up, down, down Baby, take me 'round, 'round You've been talkin' all that shit, show me 'Cause I'm down, down Baby, 'cause I'm down, down It's gon' be some shit to see If you keep puttin' your love on me It's gon' be some shit to see If you keep puttin' your love on me It's gon' be some shit to see If you keep puttin' your love on me It's gon' be some shit to see If you keep puttin' your love on me (Yeah)

Only if a nigga knew like It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you This time last year niggas was like Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets and shit I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah Nigga business partner with JAY Z Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga? Emory, what it do? You see 'em Gotta pick 'em wisely Gotta choose 'em carefully Got niggas I know that weren't there for me Got bitches I know that don't care for me Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined Why? I'm tryna break CMG So fuck that, I'm doin' mine They see I'm mad, see they call in the streets, call me back Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap In New York with 3 bangers Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor I guess the sets won't taint him Guess the money can't change him Decisions Homie on probation Took him up to Roc Nation Let him meet Jay, told him be patient Decisions, and lil homie really got it Trying to tell him wait his turn He ain't learn, lil homie caught a body 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Biggest deal of my career I feel the pressure, gotta follow up Same time I can feel the feds Gettin' closer, lockin' niggas up Decisions Closer partners, they in prison Never want to be the biggest I just want to be the realest I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter Knockers, see your goon, he my nigga He got the city divided Bring it together, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it I am the king, your highness You want a problem, well find it I was too busy gettin' too many million Like now the perfect timin' Let them lil niggas in They what they do to bitch I don't be trippin' at all Whatever come with it, I'm with it Lil nigga, I swear I'm good for it all 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done 1 million, 2 million, 3 CM9 strictly for the streets I'm tryna get a twin piece First class nigga, I'm a millionaire First class nigga, I'm a millionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this