Texty: Yo Gotti. Look In Da Mirror Remix.

[Intro - Yo Gotti]
Six in the morning I'ma call Wale
Tell J. Cole to meet us down in the A
And bring Wiz Khalifa because the green look pure
We some real niggas
We just looking in the mirror

[Chorus - Yo Gotti]
I'm on fire, whole hood blazing
Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing
Look in the mirror
Look in the mirror
Look in the mirror
Look in the mirror
Look like a chandelier, look in the mirror
Ice super clear, you looking in the mirror
Who you heard or see, when you look in the mirror?
If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

[Verse 1 - Wale]
D.C. all up in this bitch
About time I got my respect
And now these hoes are on my line like Sally Mae on college debt
Gotti here, I'm in this shit
Hey J. Cole come here this shit
I bet you hear that white music
But I don't mean Top 40 hits
Talk to the mirror
And I don't need a cure
And when I'm done with this motherfucker
It'll need a urn
Shopping, I'll be in Paris
You plotting, don't even worry
You walk in my closet your favorite style is some beaten birds
You out where? We don't ever see you
My niggas out here, they spot me like Chippy D.
And I'm probably smoking reefer till I got that emphysema
How else can I emphasize? I only let the mirror see you

[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti]
It go microphone check, one, two, yola
Two chains, two guns, he bipolar
Two baby mamas, three kids, two Rovers
That's too many problems, too late to think over
It go, cars off the showroom, clothes off the mannequin
Hoes off the centerfold, I be going ham at ten
One bitch from Howard, another bitch from Grambling
College girl going wild and Gotti be the camera man

Bird talk feather man, Louis jacket leather man
Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant
Man in the mirror, if I can't then my shorty can
My bitch like a Coke bottle, your bitch like a Pepsi can

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - J. Cole]
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Bitch I was born to ball
While y'all took the summer off
My money did a somersault
Back flips, cartwheels, Carolina Tarheel
Ain't no nigga touching my style it got a force field
Magneto, blew up like a torpedo
The view from my condo be making hoes say neato
Game strong like the arm on Marino
I stack Cheetos and Doritos like casinos
Fresh to death like I'm buried in a tuxedo
At times I look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego
I say it's your world, Cole World to be exact
With a flow that's so thorough
No sir you can't re-enact
Nigga

[Verse 4 - Wiz Khalifa]
Hundred fifty on my chain
Balling but it's not a game
High that's why they call us planes
All the bitches know my name
I take them home, fuck her, get high, and never call again
And my niggas all the same
Now that's what you call a game
Hundred thousand dollars and that's on champagne
Bitches choose and they excuse is my new car's to blame
Want to dump her nigga, fuck a nigga, with a lot of fame
Don't want nothing from her, nigga he all kinds of lame
Try doing what I'm doing but you out of range
Niggas taking shots, don't know how to aim
Don't know about you but I see a real nigga
When I'm looking in the mirror, with some diamonds in my ear
Motherfucker

[Chorus]