WHOLE LOTTA MONEY
ProdJesseJames
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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
Fuck 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