Yo Gotti – Recession Proof Lyrics | Video

Lyrics Recession Proof – Yo Gotti

Ayy, ayy, we having a conversation about
How easy it is to make money
But it is even easy, easier to f**k it up
You know what I’m sayin’
Lotta n**gas f**ked up right now

One mil’, two mil’, three mil’
Four cribs, ten cars, epidemic hit
That Corona s**t, left no job
Rap n**gas didn’t say it well
All them Richard Mille, now they for sale
All that cap s**t, didn’t do well
I know I’m good, I’m like, oh, well
Oh, well, oh well

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I’m a real hustler, I’m recession proof
I know how to make the paper then stack it too
I’m a real hustler, I know what to do
I’ma flip the paper, I’m recession proof
I’m a real hustler, I’m like thirty up
I’m a street n**ga, ‘fore we poppin’ out, we back .. up
I’m a real hustler, I take risk n**ga
I’m a street n**ga, I ain’t goin’ broke for no b**ch n**ga

Conference call wit the team
Beg through y’all to heard where Dugg at
No more shows this year
So we goin’ where the plug at
Hit me or hit Block
Yeah, paper throw it in the pot
Good prices on the trees
And extra numbers on the blocks
I spent a house for a watch
And I can do this s**t again
They gettin’ money and you broke
The n**gas probably ain’t your friend
Bein’ greedy that’s a sin
Bosses gotta feed they men
Real leaders gotta lead the way
All the way to the end
Negociations with the label
No cap, fifty mil’ on the table
They know money can persuade ’em
The deal’s just not in our favor
We’re grindin’ up the long way
‘Fore we do that s**t the wrong way
I’ma hustle like the song say
I’ma stack it up the strong way

One mil’, two mil’, three mil’
Four cribs, ten cars, epidemic hit
That Corona s**t, left no job
Rap n**gas didn’t say it well
All them Richard Mille, now they for sale
All that cap s**t, didn’t do well
I know I’m good, I’m like, oh, well
Oh, well, oh well

I’m a real hustler, I’m recession proof
I know how to make the paper then stack it too
I’m a real hustler, I know what to do
I’ma flip the paper, I’m recession proof
I’m a real hustler, I’m like thirty up
I’m a street n**ga, ‘fore we poppin’ out, we back .. up
I’m a real hustler, I take risk n**ga
I’m a street n**ga, I ain’t goin’ broke for no b**ch n**ga

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N**ga I can count better than the CPA
Made a business out of sellin’ that yay
Seein’ n**gas spend they money ‘fore the n**gas got paid
I’m thinkin’ like, These n**gas crazy
Like me tryna keep up with ..
Financially, n**gas better know they lanes
Now I’m up, I’m a multi-millionnaire
That s**t just ain’t the same
Neνer get offended, I’m motivated
Havin’ money, I appreciate it
School of hard knocks, I graduated
School of hard rocks, I participated
Back to the street s**t
Hatin’ on the next n**ga, you ain’t gon’ be s**t
What you eat don’t make me s**t
So how you spend yours, don’t give two s**ts

One mil’, two mil’, three mil’
Four cribs, ten cars, epidemic hit
That Corona s**t, left no job
Rap n**gas didn’t say it well
All them Richard Mille, now they for sale
All that cap s**t, didn’t do well
I know I’m good, I’m like, oh, well
Oh, well, oh well

I’m a real hustler, I’m recession proof
I know how to make the paper then stack it too
I’m a real hustler, I know what to do
I’ma flip the paper, I’m recession proof…

➤ Written by Mick Jones, Yo Gotti, Tay Keith & Al Greenwood
Produced by Tay Keith
Yo Gotti | 2020

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