Whole Lotta Money

(álbum: Party & Destroy - 2016)

I met your girl on the beach
You riding around on a lease
Man, a milli with a triple beam
Fuck your bitch [?] spleen
Come to my mansion, we having a party
She hop on the dick and she ride like a Harley
Smoking a pound like Bob Marley
Bitch, I take off like a spaceship
Kissing that hoe, but she basic
Rich forever, I done made it
Drinking a bottle, I'm faded
[?] no phone calls
[?]

I got money wrapped in a rubber band
That's a whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money
I got money stacked in a rubber band
That's a whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money

I got money stacked in a rubber band
That's a whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money

When money don't fit in a rubber band
I got choppers, Afghanistan
My shooters, they pull up like Taliban
Rollie cost a hundred bands
Wake up [?] and give her the check
Rich Forever 'round my neck
Pinky ring extra wet, lotta money for a bet
Fifty racks in each pocket, I be walking with it
You a broke riding 'round in a Honda Civic
In a Maserati, flexing
Bitch I had to get it
Look at my necklace, it cost me a chicken
I gotta take care of my family
Ain't worried that I got 'em right next to me
Trap nigga, high school with a felony
Got a whole lotta money, what you telling me?

I got money wrapped in a rubber band
That's a whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money
I got money stacked in a rubber band
That's a whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money

Whole lotta money
I be walking 'round with a whole lotta money
Rich