Yo Gotti, Jeezy, Jadakiss - Gangsta Of The Year lyrics

It's a new year, I can think clear
$1000 shades, I can see clear
European made, motor in the rear
Gettin' the phone tapped, Feds gettin' near
Near, near, Feds on a sweep
Shut the trap down, moved it down the street
Kush super strong, Jakes took the pier
I'm multi nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Multi nominated, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year
Year, year, Gangsta of the Year

All I rock is white, bitch, I'm cocaine crazy
First check I cashed was like a
Half of mill' from Baby love for my homies
Don't give a damn 'bout a lady
125 grams, that's four and a baby
20 cent 50, shooters coming with me
Body hit the ground and your soul be uplifted
Beat break down, them racks add up
And all these haters actin' mad at us
Gangsta of the Year
And I don't want a trophy
I just want these fuck niggas to
Pay me what they owe me
Gangsta of the Year and I don't mean to brag
But the title with the tags
Is 200 on the dash

Gangsta of the world, know I'm nominated
Bring it home every year, my own mama hate it
Twelve hundred on my face, velour
Versace shots i left my filling on her face
Yeah that Versace top
I'm the last man standing, bitch
I need a trophy
So much bread in my pocket, bitch
I'm feeling toasty
Heard them snitch niggas singing, yeah
That karaoke
Don't fuck with police-ass niggas, bitch
Don't even approach me
Don't you niggas know you can't
Stop a moving train?
Look at me now, getting paper, still moving
Mane
Ship it up in your face just like Benihana
Told that bitch she make it back
I'll buy the bitch a Honda
And I ain't see 'em move shit
Call me Jeezy Wonder
If ain't nobody vouching for him
That make Jeezy wonder
Gangsta of the Year, human chandelier
Would tell you, feel my pain
You might shed a tear


Yo - I'm really in the 'hood
All they do is pass through
So hands down I've been a
Winner for the past few
I got the work to prove it
And I got the cash, too
A couple niggas still breathing
Guess they passed due
That ain't no surprise, sitting on these pies
LB, millionaires, sitting on his eyes
We at the table sipping red
And we puffing Cubans i done made a bunch of
Bread with a couple Cubans
Yeah, you got a bunch of guns
But you never use 'em
Everybody get a run, is you win or losing?
Shut the trap down - nothing moving
Gangsta of the Year 'til they
Nominate a new one (what's up?)