Cases Lyrics - Yo Gotti

1 We cop Rozay by the cases, Forces by the cases

2 Three hundred dollar True Religion, we cop em by the cases

3 Lawyer fight my cases, Gucci's got no laces

4 Bakin' Soda by the cases, in the kitchen doin' the matrix

5 Go up, down, up, down, my top doing the matrix

6 I'll need a model, we don't ride shit basic

7 Everything kitty, cocaine crazy

8 Bitch they hit my phone, they fucked up my situation

9 DJ droppin' Gotti, dope boy's all went cray

10 Shoot a thousand, bet a thousand, gambling with your savings

11 Kitchen doing numbers, I may need a helper

12 Bitch said she wasn't fucking, so you know a nigga left her

13 Rozay by the cases, rubbers by the boxes

14 They all that I'm the shit, so how the fuck she gon' be cocky?

15 Yeah these hoes be foxy, yeah, my eyes be rockin'

16 I pulled up in that white cutlass, 4:15 that bass was droppin'

17 We cop Rozay by the cases, Forces by the cases

18 Three hundred dollar True Religion, we cop em by the cases

19 Lawyer fight my cases, Gucci's got no laces

20 Bakin' Soda by the cases, in the kitchen doin' the matrix

21 I am gearin' to the money, all upper cases

22 Trap on fire, I stay down the street from Satan

23 Hell on Earth, I say hello to my neighbor

24 Ghetto nigger got a mansion, and I'm still stealing cable

25 Still air force ridin', I should get sky mileage

26 Try me in the club, we gon' whoop your ass inside it

27 All my hoes excited, damn yo weed is quiet

28 Plug getting mad, cause he think I'm gon' retire

29 Just had a case, lawyer ask for a dismissal

30 Real d-boy, I gotta settle for some Christmas

31 Me and Yo Gotti, from Atlanta down to Memphis

32 Getting money I could pay you nigga, fool, pay attention

33 Favorite rapper dead, so the gamin' got borin'

34 Pulled up in some foreign, drop the top and hit the horn

35 Snatched out doin' a hundred, they like Gotti where ya goin'?

36 I got a bitch from THU, I'm 'bout to scoop her from the dorm

37 Yeah, we doin' the matrix, call her children of the corn

38 Fuckin', somethin' ain't right, 'n she gon' swallow my unborn

39 Friends say she whorrin', talkin' bout she goin'

40 Say she want that Luis bag, I asked her which one

41 It's not a big issue nigga, know my ho can get it

42 I could get your bottle, truckload fill up my whole kitchen

43 Why these niggas bitchin, when they come down to they bitches

44 All these excuses, all this trickin, man I guess they just ain't get me