Whole Lotta

Yeah, aye, aye, yeah Aye, aye, yeah Aye, woah, woah, hey (Am I a God?) In my ends, I'm just rolling through my ends Hey, five-oh-seven God but bitch I commit plenty sins, uh Get the bag and flip it, whip it, whip it, let it spin, uh Known to bring that work out like I'm jumping out the gym All these god damn clips I might just start a fucking film Ask round who be running shit, I told that bitch I'm him Jump right off the deep end and I didn't know how to swim, hey Jump off in the bank, my pockets fat they never slim All this dirty money gotta give my hands a rinse, uh Count up all them hunnids ain't been the same ever since Thumbing through the dollars, all'em got my finger prints You can tell I'm solid, ain't no need to go convince All of my money deceased You talk a lot but you don't mean what you preach, woah All of my brothers gone eat I bring the family out when I'm gonna feast (Hey, Hey) Whole lotta money on me Whole lotta, whole lotta money on me Hey, I brought my stick on the scene And the trap hotter then one hundred degrees, hey We could put you on tee Yeah I be wilding out when I'm off the bean, woah Counting them blues and then greens Yeah I be plugging a whole city of fiends Hey, whole lotta money on me Whole lotta, whole lotta money on me Hey, whole lotta money on me Whole lotta, whole lotta money on me, hey Back up you getting too close Yeah I spazzing out and doing the most, hey I keep it tucked in my coat So please be hesitant to even approach, yeah I still be tucking my roll, yeah Free Fooley, free all of my bros, yeah Most people they fake and they foe, yeah You wanna go get it? Let's go, yeah You wanna go get it? Let's go, yeah Just got the pack in, but it's sold, yeah My diamonds, left in the cold, yeah I'm shining, neck really froze, yeah Why they keep acting like hoes? Yeah Pull up and you'll get exposed, yeah The paperwork said that you told, yeah I cannot have no one close, yeah Nah, nah, nah, nah I cannot have no one close, yeah Them boys, they all pussy if they wanna push me I swear to God they got no hope, yeah I swear to God they got no hope, yeah Swear to God I had no hope, yeah Had to learn to take it slow, yeah Wake up and I hit the road, yeah Woah, woah, woah, woah I get the money and go, yeah I get the money and go, yeah Chasing a bag and a load, yeah Blow me a bag at the store, yeah I make it right back before four, yeah Counting them racks on the low, yeah I'm counting them racks on the low, yeah All of my money deceased You talk a lot but you don't mean what you preach, woah All of my brothers gone eat I bring the family out when I'm gonna feast (Hey, Hey) Whole lotta money on me Whole lotta, whole lotta money on me Hey, I brought my stick on the scene And the trap hotter then one hundred degrees, hey We could put you on tee Yeah I be wilding out when I'm off the bean, woah Counting them blues and then greens Yeah I be plugging a whole city of fiends Hey, whole lotta money on me Whole lotta, whole lotta money on me Hey, whole lotta money on me Whole lotta, whole lotta money on me Hey, whole lotta money on me Whole lotta, whole lotta money on me Hey, whole lotta money on me Whole lotta, whole lotta money on me Hey, whole lotta money on me Whole lotta, whole lotta money on me Hey, I brought my stick on the scene And the trap hotter then one hundred degrees Hey