Yo Gotti - Driveway Furniture lyrics

(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga) ayy
Can I speak to 'em for a sec? I'm back
Look

GI certified, two carats in my tennis chain
5 the new Chiron inside my business name
Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to
Do this for my culture
Had to go back and put
Cocaine white on everything
Uh, Gotti in a 'Gatti, I like how it sounded
Nine figures up, but I been stayin' grounded
Scoop a nigga bitch
Then leave her how I found her
I'm Mr give-him-the-Load 'cause they
Know I'll down it skyscraper office
I should put a kitchen in it
And a rose-gold scale for
When I'm reminiscin'
Rose-gold Rollie, that's the dope boy watch
Bando jumpin', that's the dope boy spot
Droppin' nothin' but mixtapes from now on
Fuck these charts (Gangsta)
We need Gotti back outside to
Get the streets back hot
It's like Universal, Mexico
And Interscope my trap house
Every Friday come around
I'm tryna send a pack out
Bitch say she need therapy, I'm like
"Let me knock your back out"
She seekin' attention
You know that's when bitches act out
And I ain't confrontational with bitches
That's when I back out
I'm here for peace, not pussy, bitch
I'm dippin' if you get too loud

Ayy, you know how shit go, man, like
Bitches wanna go back and forth
Forth and back
Bitch, I ain't got time for that shit
You know, time is money, man, I
Got big shit to handle, bitch
You feel me?

I need no distractions
Bitch just sent me five
Attachments like Glorilla said
You know Karrine Steffans, bitch
I want some super head
I recorded this in a week
Told John Janick to clear the schedule out
We releasin' this for the streets
I been dream chasin' all my life
Sometime I think I'm Meek
Tryna break in my house like shit sweet
Fuck around and got sweeped
I invite snakes to the grass
Gotta kill what you eat
Why you strapped with security? If I go out
I'm goin' out me this the life of survival
Where I don't trust allies
I look at them like my rivals
I don't talk on the phone around
My bitch or my driver
I don't talk on the phone
About no shit that's incriminating
Nigga like, "Bring me that, " I'm like
"What you insinuating?"
Rat-ass niggas'll try to put you in any case
Watchin' niggas tell it
Then say they didn't cooperate
Shit crazy, we really seein' niggas tell it
Then say they didn't cooperate

Amigo you bring me one million cash
And I will double
It and drop it off at your doorstep

Negotiations with the plug
Ask what type of math for that
Numbers through the roof, and nigga
I'm payin' half of that i'm mister 90
10, nigga, I want more than half of that
I can drop a tape and you go
Platinum and won't make half of that
I'm a hustler, game giver
Hundred up and still I'm the same nigga
Me and my baby mama don't even rock
But I bought her a Range, nigga
And you niggas depressed, takin' painkillers
And you'll lose your life 'bout a chain
Nigga go and slide on the opps, get caught
And turn around and tell on the same niggas
Forty million in real estate
And twenty in stocks
A million dollars in security
But five hundred for a Glock
I told my brother and them, "Watch
I'ma get us out of this bitch
If you believe in the plan
We gon' swap music with bricks"

Phantom, Lamb', Bent', 'Rari
And I don't drive none of 'em
Look good in front of the crib though
It's driveway furniture
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga)
Phantom, Lamb', Bent', 'Rari
And I don't drive none of 'em
Look good in front of the crib though
It's driveway furniture