Dj Scream Exclusive Hood Rich, biatch Music for the real street trap niggas Aye, you know what time it is Dj Scream nigga, nigga Chea, chea That fish scale nigga Cocaine (Hood Rich, Hood Rich) I got 36 ounces Fish Scale uncut Newspaper on the floor I break it down bag it up Hit the hood sew it up Hit the kitchen blow it up 18 wheelers full of bricks The feds say they know what's up I'm a keep it swingin' Till the day they come and lock me up Basically, I don't give a fuck Go ahead try your luck Prices kinda high So you can pass or you can muscle up City kinda dry so this the time for you to hustle up Baking soda beaker cup stretch it out whip it up 2 to 4, 4 to 8 I can make it double up Glock 40 hush 'em up If a nigga rushin' up Ak47 banana clip, bitch I'll torch 'em up I'm just standing in the kitchen Over the stove just water whippin' Mixin' soda with the yola Bet I can show ya how to get some movin' Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Daa-Da (I'm Yo Gotti) Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Daa-Da Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Daa-Da I'm a dope boy plenty yam 125 Gram for twenty seven fifty all day nigga here I am Wanna get the whole quarter, I'll charge you a nickel flat Let you roll the whole L you gotta bring a nickel back Gotti came a long way for selling, nigga nickel sacks Homie track rich cred 15 dollar powder bags You a loyal soldier then I might front you the whole thing First I need to know where your mama stay and what's your whole name Niggas catchin' cases coppin' pleases givin' long names Fuckin' up the whole thing, yeah it's a cold game Niggas scared to shop in old memphis cause they might get robbed Front a nigga from the north shit he gone pay it off I'm just standing in the kitchen Over the stove just water whippin' Mixin' soda with the yola Bet I can show ya how to get some movin' (It's Dj Scream) Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Daa-Da (I'm Yo Gotti) Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Daa-Da Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Daa-Da

I'm up in the kitchen, I'm up in the kitchen I'm up in the... I'm up in the kitchen I been in the kitchen Whippin' up the grits and I been really cooking truth (Cooking truth) Cutting off the dead ends Warming up my blessings Cooking up the perfect soup (Perfect soup) Cause God been really speaking And I been really seeing I'm ya manifesting proof I been cooking up some blessings for me Cooking up some blessings for me Let me show you some self love Mix two cups of ambition Mix two cup of resilience Now have some patience And sometimes life might get too hot That's where you must lift your top Release some steam and let it breathe I been in the kitchen Whippin' up the grits and I been really cooking truth (Cooking truth) Cutting off the dead ends Warming up my blessings Cooking up the perfect soup (Perfect soup) Cause God been really speaking And I been really seeing I'm ya manifesting proof (Manifesting proof) I been cooking up some blessings for me Cooking up some blessings for me Indigo, Indigo, Indigo Child Come take a break and Come sip some tea now Your life is set Destiny as you please Soul food, come and eat Indigo, Indigo, Indigo Child Come take a break and Come sip some tea now Your life is set Destiny as you please Soul food, come and eat I been in the kitchen Whippin' up the grits and I been really cooking truth (Cooking truth) Cutting off the dead ends Warming up my blessings Cooking up the perfect soup (Perfect soup) Cause God been really speaking And I been really seeing I'm ya manifesting proof (Manifesting proof) I been cooking up some blessings for me Cooking up some blessings for me

Girl you're in the kitchen, cookin' me a meal Somethin' makes me wanna come in there and get a feel Walk around in your t-shirt with nothin' else on Struttin' pass, switchin' that ass while I'm on the phone Cuttin' up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes Girl, you look so sexy while you're doin' the damn thing I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls Hands on the table, on your tippy toes We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed Would you like that? Tell me right now pretty, babe Girl, you're in the kitchen, chillin' in your robe I'm sayin' to myself, she better go, put on some clothes Ticklin' and teasin', doin' that little dance Girl, you gon' make me lay you down and give it to you one mo 'gain Cuttin' up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes Girl, you look so sexy while you're doin' the damn thing that I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls Hands on the table, on your tippy toes We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed Sex in the kitchen over by the stove I want put you on the counter by the buttered rolls Hands on the table, on your tippy toes We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed This is what I am ready to do Girl, I'm ready to While I'm makin' love, girl, I'll be feastin' Girl, you're in the kitchen, sweatin' up a storm The oven's on 500, so you know the kitchen's warm Girl, you know just how to get into a brother's mind 'Cause here we are still in this kitchen doin' it for the third time Cuttin' up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes Girl, you look so sexy doing the damn thing that I want sex in the kitchen over by the stove Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls Hands on the table, on your tippy toes We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed Sex in the kitchen over by the stove Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls Hands on the table, on your tippy toes We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed Sex in the kitchen over by the stove Put you on the counter by the buttered rolls Hands on the table, on your tippy toes We'll be makin' love like the restaurant was closed ...

With a fragrant recipe A curtain call to memory, a vision A bounty from the cherry tree A blanket full to carry in the kitchen With caroling laughter, heart of the home A banquet sweeter than my own I'm barreling after all I had known Why did I have to go? Bounded by the gravity Of all the other dreams that I was given Memories start calling me I have to find my way to find my rhythm Night on the avenue on the wrong side of town I thought, I thought, I thought I heard them call I keep my head on backwards to find the answer My head on backwards to find the answer I keep my head on backwards to find the answer My head on backwards to find the answer

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