Yo Gotti - Black Bill Gates lyrics

40 dollar jeans, thousand dollar shades Walk up in the club like a KKK parade. DJ scream my name, b**hes turn they head. Light sign on my section, i holla can i get some head. I dont need no j**elry, and i dont need no goons Wherever i might stand, im the realist n***a in the room Never cop a plea , and dont throw in the towel Gangsta, and you know it, f** it take them hoes to trial (n***a we dont cop no pleas p**y, n***a our money right, lawyers paid. p12 n***a, CM5 b**h) I got money on my mind, b**hes in my bed Problems in my household, n***as in the feds Yeah them my dogs, so i collect they calls Record label bullsh**tin, put my sh** on pause Cause i wont make no single commercial sh** i rap for yall So f** the industry, and my enemies k** them all Bullet in the chamber, b**h yo life in danger Mama never told you dont be conversating with strangers I owe God a favor, He send me a angel n***as tried to k** me, He made sure i had a banger Now i got to thank ya, proud to be a gangsta Past the Beale Street, n***a f** being famous *Laugh* n***a i want the muthaf**ing money n***a No attention p**y, gangsta sh** n***a, CM5 It goes light, camera, action, Franklins, Grants, Jacksons Money in my mattress, im tryna f** a actress My life like a movie, but i dont do no acting I just keep it gangsta with my North Memphis accent What it do pimp, whats up man, whats happenin bruh, nothin mane How ya people be, gud mane, you knw errthng errthng I just bought a white meat, it look like a polar bear Baby mama touch ha toes, smack ha a$$, pull ha hair 4g out on wheels, i just call ha stop and stare Daddies on da benz, and it remind me of a rocking chair I got b**hes errwhere, california, delaware Haters in my peripheral and i can smell it in da air Cool but aint no cylinder, truth but yea im feelin her 99 point 9 percent, she f**in dem, she get in der