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(Hook: Yo Gotti) Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin' crooked 3 birds for a show, nigga gon' book it I'm LeBron James, you a fuckin' rookie You probably want a ticket I'mma go and book it Book it, book it Book it, book it I'mma go and book it Big dollars in my pocket, got me sittin' crooked (Verse 1: Yo Gotti) 100 racks in my pocket, I can't even walk 50 hitters with me nigga, I set it off Poppin' bottles, blowing money, I'm just having fun Me and my niggas fresh to death, upper echelon I got buckles on my shoes and they gold bitch Open my doors in reverse, this that Rolls bitch CMG Bentley coupe, that's a cold kit See the bird, double R, that's some cold shit All I rock is white, them on my old shit All my niggas solid, all my hoes thick DJ drop that Gotti, this that dope boy shit Smelling like a bag, I'm looking like a brick (Hook: Yo Gotti) Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin' crooked 3 birds for a show, nigga gon' book it I'm LeBron James, you a fuckin' rookie You probably want a ticket I'mma go and book it Book it, book it Book it, book it I'mma go and book it Big dollars in my pocket, got me sittin' crooked (Verse 2: Yo Gotti) They say I signed to Tip, I say when I do that Me and Tip, we're conversating bout where them choppas at (bang bang) I be where them goonies and them robbers at (I am) So when you see that Phantom dog don't follow that Ridin' in a rental, gettin' that pack off Fish scale yay I call it bath salts Trap doing good, I can't complain It's been a damn good month, I moved like 20 things Then went and bought that new Jeep, that SRT Yo ho suck dick on sight, ASAP Just got a yellow AP and that bitch nasty When I popped out my second week I coulda bought a Aston (Hook: Yo Gotti) Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin' crooked 3 birds for a show, nigga gon' book it I'm LeBron James, you a fuckin' rookie You probably want a ticket I'mma go and book it Book it, book it Book it, book it I'mma go and book it Big dollars in my pocket, got me sittin' crooked (Verse 3: Yo Gotti) I got all this cash, my bitch she got all this ass I remember being broke, a pistol all I had My homie said he want them bricks, I say put em on my tab A quarter millie for the check, really that's all yall stash Nigga we fly high, that G5 cost 2 bricks nigga For one ride and I spend that, scoop yo bitch nigga And we flew private so you know we bought some shit No check from TSA, my dog gon brink them banks wit us I touchdown in niggas' city like I own that Baddest bitch you see on TV, bet I bone that These niggas ridin, livin life and yall condone that And niggas screamin they the king Well where yo crown at pussy? (Hook: Yo Gotti) Big wheels on my Phantom, got it sittin' crooked 3 birds for a show, nigga gon' book it I'm LeBron James, you a fuckin' rookie You probably want a ticket I'mma go and book it Book it, book it Book it, book it I'mma go and book it Big dollars in my pocket, got me sittin' crooked |