Yo Gotti - Sometimes lyrics
rate meSometimes I think about the money
I think about the murders and the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I think about the game
And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
Sometimes I think about dien, sometimes I think about cryin
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think about lyin
Sometimes I think about my nigga in the fed, doing time
Aint seen his son ten years, he can’t be doing fine
But he still got high spirits not single visit
call my phone crack a smile just to ask me how I’m living
If I say I’m doing good, do that make his time hard
So I say I’m alright, I’m just tryna see tomorrow
I love my nigga, he could’ve been a rat
But he chose to be a hundred, so I’m a hundred back
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that’s what you call love
Buy a hundred front a hundred , now that’s a real plug
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas pass
Cus the position that they in so they always cash in
I may not be the biggest but damn sure the realest
Man, I do this for the streets, I know the dope boy feel this
Sometimes I think about the money
I think about the hurtles of the game
Something I think about the murders
Sometimes I think about the game
And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
Sometimes I think about the poor, sometimes I think about the rich
Sometimes I think about my girl like she just another bitch
When I think about the kids then I start thinking wise
If any pussy niggas start playing with my kindess
Then I have to go and get the chopper with the riser
Light a nigga block up like it’s 4th of July, fireworks
Standing in the kitchen with the powder, pior work
Tryna turn a hundred to a thousand
I just sold a nigga twenty grand worth of flour
You aint from my hood so you best get from round here
And them young boys from the hood don’t play the radio
They just want some action and I’m the type to let them go
Sometimes I think about the money
I think about the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I think about the murders
Sometimes I think about the game
And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
Yeah, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I think about the game and doing all I can
I never think about the labor, I just think about the fans
Like if they don't like this album what the fuck would be the plan
Guess I’m back to Ridge Crest, selling niggas seven gram, damn
I think about that nigga big meech, still 270 million but he never left the streets
Us dope boys salute you, homie made history
Im riding with 100 P drum, no instrument
I think about the murders and the shoot outs
I think about the landlord made my momma move out
Sometimes I think about my future but more about my dead homies
or Killing a hater, or a nigga putting the feds on me
Sometimes I think about the money
I think about the murders and the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I think about the game
And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I think about the murders
Sometimes I think about the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I think about the game
And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Thanks to veve for correcting these lyrics