Driveway Furniture

Driveway Furniture Lyrics

[DJ Drama (Yo Gotti):]
Dee, you poppin' your sh*t, nigga
Uh-huh
Okay, right
(Ayy)
You see, back in '06
We told y'all so
(Can I speak to 'em for a sec?)
Gotti
(I'm back)
I think we should remind 'em
(Look)

[Yo Gotti {DJ Drama}:]
G.I. certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new Chiron inside my business name
Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture, had to go back and put cocaine white on everything (Gangsta Grillz)
{So it's fair to say a decade and a half later}
{We showed you niggas how to actually run the game}
Can I speak to 'em for a sec?
I'm back {DJ Drama}
Look

G.I. Certified, two carats in my tennis chain
3.5 the new Chiron inside my business name
Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture, had to go back and put cocaine white on everything {Cocaine Murzik}
Uh, Gotti in a 'Gatti, I like how it sounded
Nine figures up, but I been stayin' grounded {Stayin' grounded}
Scoop a nigga b**ch, then leave her how I found her
I'm Mr. Give-Him-The-Load 'cause they know how I'll down it {Down it}
Skyscr*per office, I should put a kitchen in it
And a rose-gold scale for when I'm reminiscin' {Huh?}
Rose-gold Rollie, that's the dope boy watch
Bando-jumpin', that's the dope boy spot {Dope boys}
Dropped nothin' but mixtapes from now on, f**k these charts (Gangsta)
We need Gotti back outside to get the streets back hot
It's like Universal, Mexico, and Interscope my trap house
Every Friday come around, I'm tryna send a pack out
b**ch say she need therapy, I'm like "Let me knock your back out"
She seekin' attention, you know that's when b**ches act out
And I ain't confrontational with b**ches, that's when I back out
I'm here for peace, not pussy, b**ch, I'm dippin', you get too loud (Dramatic, dramatic)

[Yo Gotti (DJ Drama):]
Ayy, you know how this sh*t go man, like
b**ches wanna go back and forth, forth and back (You know what I mean?)
b**ch, I ain't got no time for that sh*t (Uh-uh)
You know, time is money, man, I got big sh*t to handle, b**ch
You feel me? (We back at it)

[Yo Gotti:]
I need no distractions
b**ch just sent me five attachments like Glorilla said
You know Karrine Steffans, b**ch, I want some super head
I recorded this in a week
Told John Janick to clear the schedule out, we releasin' this for the streets
I been dream-chasin' all my life, sometime I think I'm Meek
Tryna break in my house like sh*t sweet, f**k around and got sweeped
I invite snakes to the grass, gotta kill what you eat
Why you strapped with security? If I go out, I'm goin' out me
This the life of survival
Where I don't trust allies, I look at them like my rivals
I don't talk on the phone around my b**ch or my driver
I don't talk on the phone about no sh*t that's incriminating
Nigga like, "Bring me that," I'm like, "What you insinuating?"
Rat-ass niggas'll try to put you in any case
Watchin' niggas tell it, then say they didn't cooperate
sh*t crazy, we really seein' niggas tell it, then say they didn't cooperate

[DJ Drama:]
Amigo
You bring me one million cash and I will double it and drop it off at your doorstep
Gotti, show 'em

[Yo Gotti:]
Negotiations with the plug, ask what type of math for that
Numbers through the roof, and nigga, I'm payin' half of that
I'm mister 90/10, nigga, I want more than half of that
I can drop a tape and you go platinum and won't make half of that (Gangsta)
I'm a hustler, game giver
Hundred up and still I'm the same nigga
Me and my baby mama don't even rock, but I bought her a Range, nigga
And you niggas depressed, takin' painkillers
And you'll lose your life 'bout a chain, nigga
Go and slide on the opps, get caught, and turn around and tell on the same niggas
Forty million in real estate and twenty in stocks
A million dollars in security, but five hundred for a Glock
I told my brother and them, "Watch, I'ma get us out of this b**ch
If you believe in the plan, we gon' swap music with bricks"

[Yo Gotti {DJ Drama}:]
Phantom, Lamb', Bent', 'rari
And I don't drive none of 'em
Look good in front of the crib though
It's driveway furniture (Dee, you poppin' your sh*t, nigga)
Phantom, Lamb', Bent', 'rari
And I don't drive none of 'em
Look good in front of the crib though {Showed y'all niggas}
It's driveway furniture