WHOLE LOTTA MONEY (feat. YBS Skola & Roddy Rackzz)
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Why you out here, bro Why you minding my business, nigga I'm on the block with this shit, niggas know what's up with me, man F*ck is nigga's talking bout, I'm out here, baby You're not even taking no money, bro Ok 3K Okay, 3K, my jeans, they cost Make 10K every time yo call Match my ring, my jeans got stars Too much money can't take no loss Whole lotta money, I'm sure that I get it Niggas out here got a kitty in their picture I was really trapping serving bags in the trenches Stopped serving bags, I'ma rap for a minute Broke serving bags, I'ma keep popping tags New coupe too fast, bet I shoot too fast In the hood, cause I'm back with my hood on my back And my diamonds real glass, cost a whole hundred racks Hold up, hold up Whole lotta money, told Skola let's get it I'm the realest richest Youngin, I had to put it on my fitted And it's just like my money on my Glocks, extended Always spend a dime when I walk up in the store Do it all the time, know they gon' want more I got money in the floor, count it up when I'm bored Got a lot of dead face, stash look like a morgue I be walkin' in, bape, goin' ape spending 8 in the store Ran up all my money, so they hate on the bull I be in Amiri, spillin' drink on the floor In my hood, I got rank, I got ice like a rink I got money in the bank, diamonds drippin' like a sink 4 glocks in the car in the hood like a tank Hold up, hold up Whole lotta money, told Skola let's get it I'm the realest richest younging, I had to put it on my fitted And it's just like my money on my Glocks, extended Hold on, hold on, Roddy Plain Jane Rollie ' in this bitch cost 50 I just spent a dime in Amiri, shit litty I don't really do a lot of talkin, I get busy Hold on, get busy Stare too long at my chain and get dizzy Told cuz me, get the spot cause the work just Touchdown, nigga don't bring no biddie You ain't gon' shoot, you just post that glizzy You don't even deserve to tote that hippy I be still breezin through the hood with a flip phone ringing When it ring, yeah it's time to go get it, yeah Hold on, I want my Louie V coat on Drivin' a whip with some low miles These niggas, broke they got no style These niggas they don't get no love They don't get no hearts they don't need to go-live Whole lotta money ain't comin from no music, I ain't lying Got mine on the dope house nigga Hold up, hold up Whole lotta money, told Skola let's get it I'm the realest richest youngin, I had to put it on my fitted And it's just like my money on my Glocks, extended Hold on, hold on, Roddy Plain Jane Rollie in this bitch cost 50 I just spent a dime on Amiri, shit litty I don't really do a lot of talking, I get busy Whole lotta money, told Skola let's get it
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