yeah uh huh Chorus Yo gotti yo gotti Yo gotii gotti Yo gotti Yo gotti Yo gotti gotti verse 1 Tell me that I got a paper bag I'll be at my home when you call tell me all the peeping and rustling is over now Catching my fever that's alright who's up on my rooftop? come down can't you hear me singing like a tree bird I've been making this sound Indian I'll be meditating like a zen man the next day I'll be up with an iPhone tell my Boyz to call me boss Steve Jobs Chorus Yo gotti yo gotti Yo gotii gotti Yo gotti Yo gotti Yo gotti gotti Verse 2 Now's time for my show where is my mic make sure is Golden so I don't pop in your mouth I've been halting since it's weekend now it's weekday my studio lights up I know every designer in your cloth store so I made me my own cloth store now it's a giant scream from winshore if am ever made than am self made thanks to the producer who got it out Let my sound be your new Jacobs blessings man Chrous Yo gotti yo gotti Yo gotii gotti Yo gotti Yo gotti Yo gotti gotti Verse 3 Its an exaggeration that I touch the clouds now it's real I live in the clouds its a swerve feeling when you look around I drive by but not a shoot out nor car race on my lips there's is a new diamond its not a candy but a crystal ball every chick in my new home want to feel me now its another weather because it's so cold My Jet is on ignition so don't waste my time its another party in Manhattan Chorus Yo gotti yo gotti Yo gotii gotti Yo gotti Yo gotti Yo gotti gotti till fade