[Verse 1: Drunk Zambini]
I got a lot of bitches, I got a lot of hoes
Not a lot of friends around me, but I got a lot of hoes
I gotta sleep with one eye open in my bed I lay
The Boogie Man is creeping through my head, this ain't no candid play
I got a lot of territory to cover
I got a lot of mini me's under me working like a puppet
I started out with nothing so I had to make something
I bake a cookie in the oven, turn it into some turkey and stuffing
I got a lot of this, I got a lot of that
I got a lot of dope rhymes when I'm spittin' on this mumble rap
I got a lot of fans, and I got a lot of hate
I got a lot of drama brewing, but I gotta concentrate
I gotta focus on my game, I gotta make the sale
I gotta keep on hustling until they throw my ass in jail
I got a lot of people hooked, I got 'em all twitching
I gotta do what I gotta do to go from rags to riches

[Chorus: Drunk Zambini]
How many twenties do I got? I got a lot of
How many fifties do I got? I got a lot of
How many Benz do I got? I got a lot of
How many dollars do I got? I got a lot of
How many twenties do I got? I got a lot of
How many halves do I got? I got a lot of
How many eights do I got? I got a lot of
How many O's do I got? I got a lot of
[Verse 2: One Man Kru]
I've got this, and I've got that
A lot of weed and a lot of crack
You'll probably talk that smack
Because I've said that shit on a lot of tracks
I can phone it in on auto pilot
Because I'm the dopest, and that's a fact
And I gotta slay my homie on this track
Because he's spitting wack
I forgot how love feels
I forgot how pain feels
I be going to the doc and the box
To refill my prescription for pain pills
I executed my plan, bitch
I made it big in Japan, bitch
I got a lot of excuses to
Justify the way that I am, bitch
I got a lot of hoes who
I've talked into sucking on my dick
From fat bitches to skinny bitches
To average groupies and hoes who spit
I've got a lot of pro wrestling bookings
By using Jedi mind tricks
On bookers and promoters who
Who pushed me just like they did ninja boy Rick
I got a lot of opportunities
To act in movies and play my role
I got a lot of chances
To make my dreams come true, entertain my goals
I got a lot of fame and riches
'Cause I made a deal to trade my soul
And I got a lot of decades left
Before the Devil comes to take what I owe
[Chorus: Drunk Zambini]
How many twenties do I got? I got a lot of
How many fifties do I got? I got a lot of
How many Benz do I got? I got a lot of
How many dollars do I got? I got a lot of
How many twenties do I got? I got a lot of
How many halves do I got? I got a lot of
How many eights do I got? I got a lot of
How many O's do I got? I got a lot of

[Verse 3: Monoxide]
I got a lot of guns, and I got a lot of knives
I took a lot of pills one night, and I took a lot of lives
I got a lot of problems all up in my head
I gotta fix it quick or a lot of y'all will be dead
I got a lot of bitches all up in my bed
And every time I fuck 'em that's a lot of legs I spread
I got a lot of smoke pouring up out of my van
You thought that you could smoke with us but not a lot of y'all can

[Verse 4: Jamie Madrox]
Got a lot of things on my mind (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
And my mind got a lot of things going (Going in my mind)
Keep it to myself, I don't need nobody knowing (Fuck you, bitch)
Take it all in stride, and my anger keeps growing
Knife is a tool that I use when I cut
Necks of the people that won't shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up
Mics I smash when I'm hawking the booth
Tell a lot of lies and a little bit of truth
See a lotta flies that swarm the doo doo when I spit the new new
From me to you you, from me to you you
From me to you you, from me to you you
[Chorus: Drunk Zambini]
How many twenties do I got? I got a lot of
How many fifties do I got? I got a lot of
How many Benz do I got? I got a lot of
How many dollars do I got? I got a lot of
How many twenties do I got? I got a lot of
How many halves do I got? I got a lot of
How many eights do I got? I got a lot of
How many O's do I got? I got a lot of