Gotti by IV (Intravenous) Lyrics
[Intro: IV]
Ayy
[Chorus: IV]
Yeah, I sauce 'em up and dip like calamari, yeah
I might catch a body, feel like Gotti, yeah
Women by the dozen, I need mine in pairs
I might drip my wrist all in that Cartier
Yeah, I need you to work it like you dance at Follies
No, no, we cannot kick it, I don't do karate
Yeah, I can't catch no feelings, I ain't got the time, baby
And I can't get caught up, I've been all on my grind, lately
[Verse 1: IV]
Money gonna take me to the sky, ayy
Money make my dreams all come to life
Money make me do it out of spite, yeah
Yeah, [?] my eyes are starry
Yeah, I might rock Off-White or [?] like [?]
No, not at the club, you won't find me at the party
No, I don't play no games, I don't play no Atari
Yeah, blowin' off a check and then I make it back
Yeah, cat so goddamn good I might buy her a jack
Yeah, fly just like my residence [?]
Yeah, money so long like it's Goldman Sachs
Yeah, please don't ask me what's all up in my bag
Yeah, it's all the things that I never had
Yeah, please don't ask me what's all up in my bag
Yeah, it's all the things that I never had
[Chorus: IV]
Yeah, I sauce 'em up and dip like calamari, yeah
I might catch a body, feel like Gotti, yeah
Women by the dozen, I need mine in pairs
I might drip my wrist all in that Cartier
Yeah, I need you to work it like you dance at Follies
No, no, we cannot kick it, I don't do karate
Yeah, I can't catch no feelings, I ain't got the time, baby
And I can't get caught up, I've been all on my grind, lately
[Verse 2: Superior]
Uh (uh)
[?], pogo
[?] loco (yeah)
Pick it up then go slowpoke (uh)
Drugs are good if they're local (uh)
Counter's right where her head goes
Smack a bitch with a banknote (yeah!)
Stack your bitch like a Lego
She fuck me [?] (yeah!)
I got water and I out it on my head (yeah!)
[?] I'ma put her in a Benz (uh, uh)
[?] (yeah!)
[?] a fuckin' ambulance (bitch)
Solo, still go, all the rage, hoe (yeah!)
[?] it all and let it go (uh)
Fuck it, I get creamed (yeah)
[?] catchin' the beam (uh)
Smokin' on my weed (yeah)
I'ma still succeed (uh)
I can't fuck with greed (yeah)
But I fuck with green (ooh)
Who am I to blame? (uh)
Fuck if we're the same (what)
I got me a flame (yeah)
I got me a chain (uh)
Higher than a- (yeah!)
[Chorus: IV]
Yeah, I sauce 'em up and dip like calamari, yeah
I might catch a body, feel like Gotti, yeah
Women by the dozen, I need mine in pairs
I might drip my wrist all in that Cartier
Yeah, I need you to work it like you dance at Follies
No, no, we cannot kick it, I don't do karate
Yeah, I can't catch no feelings, I ain't got the time, baby
And I can't get caught up, I've been all on my grind, lately
Ayy
[Chorus: IV]
Yeah, I sauce 'em up and dip like calamari, yeah
I might catch a body, feel like Gotti, yeah
Women by the dozen, I need mine in pairs
I might drip my wrist all in that Cartier
Yeah, I need you to work it like you dance at Follies
No, no, we cannot kick it, I don't do karate
Yeah, I can't catch no feelings, I ain't got the time, baby
And I can't get caught up, I've been all on my grind, lately
[Verse 1: IV]
Money gonna take me to the sky, ayy
Money make my dreams all come to life
Money make me do it out of spite, yeah
Yeah, [?] my eyes are starry
Yeah, I might rock Off-White or [?] like [?]
No, not at the club, you won't find me at the party
No, I don't play no games, I don't play no Atari
Yeah, blowin' off a check and then I make it back
Yeah, cat so goddamn good I might buy her a jack
Yeah, fly just like my residence [?]
Yeah, money so long like it's Goldman Sachs
Yeah, please don't ask me what's all up in my bag
Yeah, it's all the things that I never had
Yeah, please don't ask me what's all up in my bag
Yeah, it's all the things that I never had
[Chorus: IV]
Yeah, I sauce 'em up and dip like calamari, yeah
I might catch a body, feel like Gotti, yeah
Women by the dozen, I need mine in pairs
I might drip my wrist all in that Cartier
Yeah, I need you to work it like you dance at Follies
No, no, we cannot kick it, I don't do karate
Yeah, I can't catch no feelings, I ain't got the time, baby
And I can't get caught up, I've been all on my grind, lately
[Verse 2: Superior]
Uh (uh)
[?], pogo
[?] loco (yeah)
Pick it up then go slowpoke (uh)
Drugs are good if they're local (uh)
Counter's right where her head goes
Smack a bitch with a banknote (yeah!)
Stack your bitch like a Lego
She fuck me [?] (yeah!)
I got water and I out it on my head (yeah!)
[?] I'ma put her in a Benz (uh, uh)
[?] (yeah!)
[?] a fuckin' ambulance (bitch)
Solo, still go, all the rage, hoe (yeah!)
[?] it all and let it go (uh)
Fuck it, I get creamed (yeah)
[?] catchin' the beam (uh)
Smokin' on my weed (yeah)
I'ma still succeed (uh)
I can't fuck with greed (yeah)
But I fuck with green (ooh)
Who am I to blame? (uh)
Fuck if we're the same (what)
I got me a flame (yeah)
I got me a chain (uh)
Higher than a- (yeah!)
[Chorus: IV]
Yeah, I sauce 'em up and dip like calamari, yeah
I might catch a body, feel like Gotti, yeah
Women by the dozen, I need mine in pairs
I might drip my wrist all in that Cartier
Yeah, I need you to work it like you dance at Follies
No, no, we cannot kick it, I don't do karate
Yeah, I can't catch no feelings, I ain't got the time, baby
And I can't get caught up, I've been all on my grind, lately