Yo Gotti, Mike WiLL Made-It - Change Lyrics

It been a minute since a nigga asked for chump change
Know what I'm sayin'
Feel me money

I got on 10 diamond chains and that cost a little change
And I pulled up in that Dawn
My bitch say that I'm a don
I'm not comin' in your club if I'm not comin' with my gun
You shouldn't be inside the strip club if your ass ain't throwin' ones
He came up, he gon' change
Naw bitch, I'm still the same
If you get me in my feelings bitch I'mma go insane
He so petty, he be wiggin' out like give my purses back
Work too hard for this check and you bitches ain't deserving that
Got the pussy then I changed on her
She got pregnant, put the blame on her
Family members put a strain on her
Family problems put a strain on her
Popped a Xan then I changed on 'em
On a runway swappin' planes on 'em
Gotti still trappin', Gotti still thuggin'
I went platinum, ain't changed nothin'

Street deserve to know the truth
Shot fired, I'm in Peru
Who-who shot, I wish I knew
I'm just lookin' at the news
Interviews, interviews, interviews don't incriminate yourself
Think twice 'bout what you doin' youngin' don't eliminate yourself

I don't have no issues with niggas
I got problems with myself
Personality been crashin'
Think part of me too flashy
My young bitch too nast'
Main bitch too classy
All my bitches too ratchet
So all my bitches I'm zaddy
I look in the mirror bitch I see an icon
Gotta squeeze on the game that shit tight as a python
I make hits in my sleep, nigga I'm blessed I don't right none
Not yet put them bricks on the road in a Scion
I ain't never wanna change on 'em
Devil tried to put the fame on 'em
Haters tryna put a aim on 'em
Family problems put a strain on 'em
Stayed down campaign on 'em
Stayed down campaign on 'em
Everybody think I changed on 'em 'cause I stayed down and campaigned on 'em
Change, it come in due time it come with success
Change, I went to Nick Benny and fucked up a check
I went to the hood and they say I changed
I looked in the mirror I looked insane
FN on my hip I'mma let it rip
So I hope the lil niggas don't play no games
I went from sellin' them nicks and dimes
I want a quarter ki, that's a nine
You talkin' pennies that's chump change
We on that gas that octane
All my lil niggas we gang gang
We got more chains than slave trade
We got more aim than a shooting range
And we all from the hood but we didn't change
Hundred thousand for a show
Yeah nigga that's some cool change
Eight hundred for the shirt
Saint Laurent that's chump change
Four hundred for the 'vert
4 bands for the syrup
Eight hundred for the purp'
30 bands for the work