Put A Date On It

作曲：Yo Gotti

作词：Yo Gotti

You yeah

Yeah yeah

Sat coming in and the money on four four

Gotta put stamp on that bomb

Jet hit a plate scrap it off the plate

Aye gotta put the camp on it

** ** i was talking that tough **

** put a date on it

Date on everybody sitting in the table round hill

Yeah there's a lot of place on

Running through the money and the ** keep calling

Hold up she gon' had to wait on it

Wait on v v s diamond dripping on my t shirt

Reach for i'mma push your face on

Face on rolls roy truck on the way

Can't stop for us

Still had to wait on wait on plug

** the rounds in the wrong now i'm kind booze **

Still had to pay for a half

Pack coming in on iphone

Whoo i'mma keep it third and my fault slap

I'm about broken from my shot

** did me dirty

Ran off on me took off plug did me dirty

Took off on me

Little hills just folded got soft on me

I'm from the streets

You gotta pay with your life

I got away with the

Why you just like your father and he was a wreck

Uh so that mean he raised in a mice

Yeah i had to trap through the night

Yeah i put that pick on the flight

Yeah i shot on them ** the same night

Late in the bushes or raining night

Won't put no hoes on no petals to eligibles

I'm tryna ** them the same night

I put two hoes on the same flight

Cook up ten bricks in the same pot

I shot four ** the same glock

Too many you ** got the same watch

Why you competing with me nick

We are not playing with the same chick

It's murder no murder for half

And this ** been stuck on my masses

Stack coming in and the money on four four

Gotta push down on me down down

Yeah hit a plate

Scrub it off the plate

Aye gotta put the camp on it camp on **

** i was talking that touch **

I ain't talking show money

Show money plug key

Call them we gon' take his ** down

Hold up there to be some more money

More money labels talking contracts

I ain't tryna ** no

Tell them that i know money no money

I used to shot with a **

She got them low

She can't be real with the **

And she getting on

Them better than these bookies i'm getting

I swear that i'm flirting the city

A rap ** better not diss me

Cause i run with hitters everywhere i go

That with me pad coming in on the back street

Back street twelve ride by **

Gettin' fifty thousand dollars for a show

Knowin' goddamn well ** still ain't worth it

Knowin' goddamn well ** still see me servin'

Got a trap going crazy like the first and a thirty

Got a lot of cash money i can still get burned

Get away with my chain you gon' still get murked

Had an f hand on me when i did this verse

If she suck good ** she gon' leave with a purse

I was really in the streets you can do your research

Sack comin' in and i'm all alone

Four four gotta put stamp on down bomb jet hit a plate

Scrub it off the plate stay

Gotta put the camp on camp on **

** i was talking that tough **

** put a date on it

Date on everybody sitting at the table

Round here yeah there's a lot of play songs

Running through the money and the ** keep calling

Hold up she gonna have to wait on wait on

V v s diamonds dripping on my t shirt t shirt i'm

Push your face on face on roll ** truck on the way

Can't stop for can't

Still had to wait on wait on

Playing ** around since the wrong down kind

Whose ** still had to pay for it