Yo Gotti - Oh Yeah lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Choppa] (Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style) (Choppa style, chop chop) She want (chop chop) She want (chop chop) She want (chop chop) (She love chop chop) [Chorus: Yo Gotti] If you gettin your own money, holla (oh yeah) You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah) If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah) You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah) [Post-Chorus] Let’s get it Ohh (Oh Yeah) Ohh (Oh Yeah) Ohh (Oh Yeah) Oh oh oh oh ohh [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] They like God damn Gotti Boy I Googled your net worth All them chains on, I can tell that your neck hurt You look good in them heels but I can tell that your feet hurt So drop down on your knees baby gimme that neck work Double-Cs oh you’re bad, ha Oh you know you fine, ha You blew a bag on your a**, ha Quarter mill off that stove, ha You off that dro, ha Oh your momma ain’t raise no hoe, ha [Hook: Yo Gotti] She want a real n***a and you not one I want a bad b**h and I got one [?] Pay for it you gotta buy some She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’ [Chorus: Yo Gotti & French Montana] If you gettin your own money, holla (oh yeah) You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah) If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah) You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on you (choppas style) [Hook: Yo Gotti] She want a real n***a and you not one I want a bad b**h and I got one You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’ [Verse 2: French Montana] Montana Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style ‘Rarri sittin’ low, smokin’ on the loud (skrt skrt) [?] dropped the bags off find an Uber Catch me with the models up in [?] smokin’ hookah (haan) I took her from a hooptie to a Benz, ha (haan) From the projects to the crib with a fence, ha (haan) She double-bag f** me with her friends, ha (haan) Then we jump right back to that bread, ha (haan) Choppa style, ridin’ with a shotty Two-fifty on my wrist Tryin’ to soak all my body, ha [Chorus: Yo Gotti] If you gettin your own money, holla (Montana) You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah) If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah) You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah) [Hook: Yo Gotti] She want a real n***a and you not one I want a bad b**h and I got one You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’ [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] The beat is cla**ic, but so am I I [?] out the plastic to get ’em high She rolled a diesel now we’re drunk, there’s a DUI b**h, [?] kids, between you and I (you and I) Pop pop that p**y for a rich n***a Girl you too real for a b**h n***a I seen you with your friend, I wanna get with you Ya’ll look good together, bring your b**h with you You get money (ha) You a honey (ha) Heard your homie got that loud sh** They call it [?], ooh You make it rain (ha) There’s a thunderstorm Your real n***as with you, they your day ones (hey) [Chorus: Yo Gotti] If you gettin your own money, holla (Montana) You got them bottles in your section, holla (oh yeah) If your day ones with you, holla (oh yeah) You ain’t tripping ’cause they hatin’ on ya (oh yeah) [Hook: Yo Gotti] She want a real n***a and you not one I want a bad b**h and I got one You gon’ pay for it you gon’ buy some She 21 and I’m a savage I’mma try somethin’