[Intro]
Thotties, Posse!

[Chorus]
I got a lotta bitches, and I got a lotta n***as (thotties, posse)
And I got a lotta shooters and I got a lotta killers (bop)
And I got a lotta money, I been with this money bunny
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony Tony, I bought an island no colony dummy
I'm coolin' in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money
All these n***as phony phony, all these bitches bony bony
N***as act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it

[Verse 1]
Ridin' in that Moto Morini
Pockets filled with hundred money
I am not no dummy dummy
Pistol hit your tummy tummy
And I got a Tommy Tommy
Glock 10 marked doin' bunnies bunnies
He want beef its farmie farmie
We come through, army army
All we see is running running
Guess what, I am blunted blunted
This shit smells like onions onions
Trae Cas Stacy be smokin' that funny funny, funny
Swear that shit ain't funny funny
3.5 in my blunted blunted
Let me get some top honey
Then I might just bone it bone it (thottie)
Walk in the label, then I run it run it (count my fuckin' cash)
I need my cash at this fuckin' moment (fore I bust yo ass)
This is business, we is not no homies (yeah yeah yeah)
Don't make me catch a fuckin' homi (yeah yeah)
[Chorus]
I got a lotta bitches, and I got a lotta n***as
And I got a lotta shooters and I got a lotta killers
And I got a lotta money, I been with this money bunny
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony Tony, I bought an island no colony dummy
I'm coolin' in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money
All these n***as phony phony, all these bitches bony bony
N***as act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it
(On it On it)

[Verse 2]
N***as act like they your friends (nah)
But n***as all pretend (yeah)
N***as act like they your homie (nah)
All these n***as fuckin' phony, I know it (yeah)
Riding in that mortal combat (skrt)
With a lot of fucking combat for combat (bang bang bang)
N***a don't run, come back (gang)
Told your bitch "don't run, come back"
Take this dick, n***a click-clack get back (bang bang bang)
On that hot shit, you can get whacked (bang)
18 wheeler shit, you can get wet (gang gang bang)
Throw it back to my bitches

[Chorus]
I got a lotta bitches, and I got a lotta n***as
And I got a lotta shooters and I got a lotta killers (bang bang)
And I got a lotta money, I been with this money bunny (fff beep)
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony Tony, I bought an island no colony dummy
I'm coolin' in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money
All these n***as phony phony, all these bitches bony bony
N***as act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it