Intro Songtext
von PayGotti

Ay, Ecko, turn it up
(Brutal Money)

Hand-me-downs and cold winters, life was ugly as a kid
They didn′t gave your boy a chance, I promise I'ma do it big
Made a man up out myself, pops was gone ′fore I was ten
Actin' like you're on my side, but wouldn′t help me if you can
Heard me cryin′ out for help, put my feelings on the shelf
Comin' to me with your problems, but ain′t ask me how I felt
Played the cards that I was dealt, can't help nobody else
How the fuck you say it′s love when you don't even love yourself?

Feel I′m locked inside a cage, young and full of rage
Never say no names, the only way that I was raised
Pocket full of change, failin' all my grades
Lost my granny, how you leave before I got to hit the stage?
Took some L's, so I could win, Lord, forgive my sins
My mama used to tell me that these niggas weren′t my friends
You took all that I could give, your love was all pretend
My heart was stuck on lock, I still regret I let you in


Came from sleepin′ in the cold, pallets on the floor
I can't believe I′m winnin', had to set myself some goals
Long nights up on the road, told God to take control
Ay, granny, I just touched a 100K off makin′ songs
(Hope you know) I hope you know
I'm still a grimy nigga with this pole (yeah, my grandma knew)

Ay, hothead, Satan told me, "Keep on diggin′ graves up"
Damped him up, but don't get my respect until he spanks some
Three-man, but if them bitches broke, then Gotti can't come
Popped him up and grabbed his homie with the same gun
Palms sweating, you ain′t finna pop, then pass the pole to me
Stack your pape′ 'cause, baby, brokenness is a cold disease
I ain′t even have to spit no game, I crack these hoes with ease
I hit the flag before he fucked, just let me scope the scene

Got me out my body, Gotti finna act an ass
All at the BNB, but bitch can't even take no bath
Don′t fall for what's-his-name, ′cause he a bitch just like his dad
Close your mouth 'cause you don't get to have opinions with no bag


I thought that I was gon′ get jiggy ′til it jammed up
Chillin' with your bitch and eatin′ all your baby snacks up
If you ain't tryna fuck the team, then tell your friends come
Trust me, I done had to bump it out, bitch, I ain′t ran once
Put your faith inside the kid and throw your toes down
Bro is just a bitch, he all in cameras totin' poles now
Shit ain′t for you, go to church and get your soul found
Nigga, we the opps applyin' pressure on the whole town

Nigga
Yeah, bitch, we the -, applyin' pressure on the -, okay
Yeah, yeah
Ay, ay, ay