Change

(альбом: Gotti Made-It - 2017)

It's been a minute since a nigga had some chump change, you know what I'm sayin'?
Feel me, Mike?

I got on 10 diamond chains
And that cost a lil' change
And I pulled up in that don
My bitch say that I'm a don
I am not coming in your club
If I'm not coming with my gun (facts)
You shouldn't be inside the strip club
If your ass ain't throwing ones (facts)
He came up, he gon' change
Naw bitch, I'm still the same
If you get me in my feelings, bitch
I'ma go insane
He so petty, he be wigging out
Like give my purses back
Worked too hard for this check
And you bitches ain't deserving that

Got the pussy, then I changed on 'em
She got pregnant, put the blame on him
Family members put a strain on him
Family problems put a strain on him
Popped a Xan then I changed on 'em
On the runway swapping planes on 'em
Gotti still trapping, Gotti still thugging
I went platinum, ain't change nothing
Streets deserve to know the truth (want the truth)
Shots fired, I'm in Peru
Who, who shot? I wish I knew (knew)
I'm just looking at the news (I am)
Intervers, intervers, intervers
Don't incriminate yourself (don't do it)
Think twice 'bout what you're doing
Younging, don't eliminate yourself (don't do it)

I don't have no issues with niggas
I got problems with myself
Personality been crashing
Think part of me too flashy (I am)
My young bitch too nasty
Main bitch too classy
All my bitches too ratchet
To all my bitches I'm zaddy

I look in the mirror, bitch, I see an icon
Gotta squeeze on the gain, that shit tight as a python
I make hits in my sleep and I'm blessed, I don't write none
And I just put them bricks on the road in a Scion
I ain't never wanna change on 'em
Devil tried to put the fame on him
Haters tryna put an aim on him
Family problems put a strain on him
Stayed down, campaign on 'em
Stayed down, campaign on 'em
Everybody think I changed on 'em
'Cause I stayed down, campaigned on 'em

Change
It come in due time, it come with success
Change
I went to [?] and fucked up a check
I went to the hood and they say I changed
I looked in the mirror, I look the same
FN on my hip, I'ma let it rip
So I hope them lil' niggas don't play no games
I went from selling them nicks and dimes
I want a quarter ki, that's a nine
You talking pennies, that's chump change
We on that gas, that octane
All my lil' niggas, we gang, gang
We got more chains than a slave trade
We got more aim than a shooting range
And we all from the hood, but we didn't change

Hundred thousand for a show (show)
Yeah, nigga, that's some cool change
800 for the shirt (shirt)
Saint Laurent, that's chump change
400 for the vert (vert)
4 bands for the syrup (syrup)
800 for the purp (purp)
30 bands for the work (work)