Driveway Furniture Lyrics – Yo Gotti & DJ Drama
(Dee, you poppin’ your ***, ***)
Ayy
Can I speak to ’em for a sec?
I’m back
Look
GI certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new Chiron inside my business name
***, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture, had to go back and put *** white on everything
Uh, Gotti in a ‘Gatti, I like how it sounded
Nine figures up, but I been stayin’ grounded
Scoop a *** ***, 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 *** boy watch
Bando jumpin’, that’s the *** boy spot
Droppin’ nothin’ but mixtapes from now on, *** 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
*** say she need therapy, I’m like, “Let me knock your back out”
She seekin’ attention, you know that’s when *** act out
And I ain’t confrontational with ***, that’s when I back out
I’m here for peace, not ***, ***, I’m dippin’ if you get too loud
Ayy, you know how *** go, man, like
*** wanna go back and forth, forth and back
***, I ain’t got time for that ***
You know, time is money, man, I got big *** to handle, ***
You feel me?
I need no distractions
*** just sent me five attachments like Glorilla said
You know Karrine Steffans, ***, 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 *** sweet, *** around and got sweeped
I invite snakes to the grass, gotta *** 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 *** or my driver
I don’t talk on the phone about no *** that’s incriminating
*** 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
*** 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 ***, I’m payin’ half of that
I’m mister 90/10, ***, 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 ***
Me and my baby mama don’t even rock, but I bought her a Range, ***
And you niggas depressed, takin’ painkillers
And you’ll lose your life ’bout a chain, ***
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 ***
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 ***, ***)
Phantom, Lamb’, Bent’, ‘Rari
And I don’t drive none of ’em
Look good in front of the crib though
It’s driveway furniture