Yo Gotti - Put a Date on It Lyrics

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[Intro: Yo Gotti]
June, you’re a genius
Yeah (RamyOnTheBeat)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Baby]
Sack coming in and the money don’t fold (Fold)
Gotta put a stamp on it (Stamp on it)
Just hit a play, scrape it off the plate (Skrrt)
Gotta put the camp on it (Camp on it)
Pussy ass nigga always talking that tough shit
Nigga, put a date on it (Date on it)
Everybody sittin’ at the table ’round here, yeah
There’s a lot of plates on it
Runnin’ through the money and the bitch keep callin’
Hold up, she gon’ have to wait on it (Wait on it)
VVS diamond drippin’ all over my t-shirt
Reach for it, I’ma put your face on it
Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it (Cash)
Still had to wait on it (Wait on it)
Plug fucked around, sent the wrong damn kind (Bullshit)
Nigga still had to pay for it (Hah)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Pack coming in on I-40 (Woo)
I’ma keep a thirty in my 40 (Slatt)
I’ma buy a Birkin for my shawty (Pew)
Nigga did me dirty, ran off on me (Took off)
Plug did me dirty, took off on me (Pew)
Lil’ hitter just folded, got soft on me
I’m from the streets, you gotta pay with your life, I got a way with the white
You just like your father and he was a rat, uh
So that mean he raising a mice, yeah
I had to trap through the night, yeah
I put that pack on a flight, yeah
I shot all them pussies the same night (Brrt)
Laid in the bushes, a rainy night
Won’t put no hoes on no pedestal
Edibles, I’m tryna fuck ’em the same night
I put two hoes on the same flight (Whew)
Cooked up ten bricks in the same pot (Work)
I shot four niggas, the same Glock (Bop, bop, bop)
Too many you niggas got the same watch
Why you competin’ with me, nigga?
We are not playing with the same check
It’s murder, more murder for hire
And that shit been stuck on my mindset

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Hundred thousand dollars off a iPhone (iPhone)
I ain’t talkin’ show money (Show money)
Plug keep calling, we gon’ take his ass down (Hold up)
That’ll be some more money (More money)
Labels talking contracts, I ain’t signing shit (Nope)
Tell ’em that I know money (Know money)
I used to shop with a bitch, she got ’em low
She kept it realer than niggas
If she get a number better than these bookings I’m gettin’
I swear that I’m floodin’ the city
A rap nigga better not diss me ’cause I run with hitters
Everywhere I go, they with me
Pack comin’ in on a back street (Back street)
12 ride by, nigga still keep workin’
Gettin’ fifty thousand dollars for a show
Knowin’ goddamn well niggas still ain’t workin’
I been told these folks that I quit (I quit)
Knowin’ goddamn well nigga still sippin’ syrup
Got the trap goin’ crazy like the first and the third
Got a lot of cash money, I could still get birds
Get away with my chain, he gon’ still get murked
Had an FN on me when I did this verse
If she suck good dick, she gon’ leave with a purse
I was really in the streets, you can do your research