I Got Them
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Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval and the jail,
I see like *****s must be they got us ****ed up, they got us ****ed up,
They got us ****ed up we been movin' birds *****, they got us ****ed up,
They got you ****ed up, then get you ****ed we been movin' birds *****
[Chorus]
Quarters, quarters and halves,
Chickens, chickens, and bricks, bundles,
Bundles of dope, and ounces, ounces and ****
Quarters, quarters and halves,
Chickens, chickens, and bricks, bundles,
Bundles of dope, and ounces, ounces and ****
Get what they lookin' fo, keep what they lookin' fo,
All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin' fo,
I'm da dopeman, dopeman
I'm da dopeman, dopeman
Money to be made best believe a ***** clockin',
I run it myself like a quarterback option,
I pitch a 10 G's tell a ***** to go shopping,
She buy herself some clothes,
And she brought me back a chopper,
See *****s tryna kick it,
But no I don't play soccer,
I'm all about my cake I'm tryna marry Betty Crocker,
A package on the way you know my whip game proper,
And all for one key I see seventy thousand dollas,
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint,
I bet wit Yo Gotti,
He hit five straight points,
We ova' here hustlin',
We ova here grindin',
You rap about money and ***** might sign ya,
You rap about me and a ***** might find ya,
But ? yo *** what you hear right behind you
Dope game ***** let his mama worry bout him,
You can holla at me for a fee but I
Got Em'
[Chorus]
Get what they lookin' fo, keep what they lookin' fo,
All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin' fo,
I'm da dopeman, dopeman
I'm da dopeman, dopeman
I met the Birdman with the Bird layin',
Got a twenty piece, brought it back to north Memphis charged twenty two a piece,
Now I'm in the kitchen with a beacon and a blender,
Low key in a rental, with them thangs in the fender,
See I full time grind January to December,
Put that snow in the summer got it lookin' like the winter,
I'm goin' back to Cali, I gotta get that light green,
Mexico valley, you know they got them pine trees,
18 wheeler, now I'm on I-10, on my way to Memphis,
I gotta get my hands in,
I come from the north where gangstas gon' grind,
***** *****s gon' whine, and hustlas gon' shine,
Everybody say they trappin' but most of these *****s lyin',
I told slim, told stunna I'm waitin' for my time,
Either robbin', or poppin', click clack I shot 'em, bullets burryin', brr I got em'
[Chorus]
Get what they lookin' fo, keep what they lookin' fo,
All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin' fo,
I'm da dopeman, dopeman
I'm da dopeman, dopeman
Back where I started on my set in black,
Hop out the passenger side of my back,
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack,
But in my palm I had that chromed out mac,
Shinin' on them *****es cause ***** I'm 'bout that,
Flip a quarter bird to score a whole sack,
Pull up in the club in a old school 'lac,
With a ***** ridin' fly so hide you love that,
It's grind time, ***** been about that,
We flippin' birds let them hoes go to sacs,
We livin' large with the garbage bag flats,
Want the money and the power, real *****s gon' stack,
And ridin' fly, 25's on the back,
Plushed out ***** keep a few stacks,
Out the hood, 'bout money that's that,
If you ever cross the line best believe you gettin' whacked
[Chorus]
Get what they lookin' fo, keep what they lookin' fo,
All they gotta do is tell me what they lookin' fo,
I'm da dopeman, dopeman
I'm da dopeman, dopeman