[Chorus]

I got a whole lotta cash
Car got a whole lotta dash
Smoking a whole lotta gas
My bitch got a whole lotta ass
Shorty look like a hundred likes, that’s a whole lotta bad
Took her from her man and he broke, that n***a a whole lotta mad
I got a whole lotta this, I got a whole lotta that
I got a whole lotta bags, I got a whole lotta racks
I got a whole lotta this, I got a whole lotta that
I got a whole lotta bags, I got a whole lotta racks


[Verse]

I got a bunch of designer, this Gucci it come by the pack
Your MCM ball at the Y, baby I’m balling in Saks
I tell her I’m calling her back, but that means that she getting blocked
Cause she wanna get all attached, and I don’t have time for all that
I got a whole lotta sauce
Fendi Super, Iggy Koopa, bitch I’m the Fire Flame Boss
If he ain’t with the gang it’s a loss
This drink in my cup ain’t no VOSS
My n***as will reach if you floss
I Keep a piece and a cross, my bitch hair long like some moss
I got Ciroc like I’m Diddy, counting up Benjis and Tubmans
I ain’t forget about fifties, I came to the city to run it
A lot of you n***as don’t want it, and thats just y’all being redundant
And thats just me being 100
It’s simple like thimbles i’m thumbing
Run it up


[Chorus]

I got a whole lotta cash
Car got a whole lotta dash
Smoking a whole lotta gas
My bitch got a whole lotta ass
Shorty look like a hundred likes, that’s a whole lotta bad
Took her from her man and he broke, that n***a a whole lotta mad
I got a whole lotta this, I got a whole lotta that
I got a whole lotta bags, I got a whole lotta racks
I got a whole lotta this, I got a whole lotta that
I got a whole lotta bags, I got a whole lotta racks