LOT OF IT Lyrics

(Yea I'm with easy money, we get easy money)

These niggas done fucked around and gave me the mic

Just know I got a lot to say

(Two three on the damn beat)

It's a lot of it, it's a lot of it

But I can handle it (I can)

You know that I keep the party lit (lit)

Caving in floors at FAMU, I became famous (I became famous)

Bitch you can call me Michael Myers

The way I be killing this beat (Kill it, kill it)

Her broke ass nigga can't fuck with me

Your boyfriend shop at Dollar Tree (Aha)

Oops I meant Five and Below

Got a lot of fans showing up at my shows

Meet me at the after party

Got the crowd swag surfing, they feeling gnarly

It's a party!

Don't sleep on me cause I'm on the way

Janky promoters, they don't want to pay

I'm getting to the bag everyday

Man that's all I can say (All I can say)

Creeping like the weekend

But I'm thugging like a young thief in the night

These chains on me shine so bright

Baby girl you don't need no sunlight

We get a lot of it, I'm at the top of it

Top of my game, coaching like Popovich (Pop, pop)

Walking on beats, you know my legs hurting (They hurt)

And my gang the best, that is for certain (We the best)

Roll up them packs, we finna get geeked

We got good drinks and something to eat

Clean up on aisle two, make his ass sweep (Sweep)

My name is DJ two three

And I been a DJ since fifth grade (The fifth)

Used to trap CDs and sell mixtapes (Trap)

But now I'm getting booked everyday (day)

From playing music, I just entertain (I'm entertaining)

In about two years, catch me at Rolling Loud

I'mma rock that motherfucker out (Rock it out, rock it)

I'mma see whose really with me

And whose really not

Everybody can't get they shot

I pulled up from deep range

Ain't nobody think I could make it (But I did though)

If you get a chance then you better take it

Better know for damn sure I'm going places yea (I'm gone)

It's a lot of it, it's a lot of it

But I can handle it (I can)

You know that I keep the party lit (lit)

Caving in floors at FAMU, I became famous (I became famous)

Bitch you can call me Michael Myers

The way I be killing this beat (Kill it, kill it)

Her broke ass nigga can't fuck with me

Your boyfriend shop at Dollar Tree (Aha)

Oops I meant Five and Below

Got a lot of fans showing up at my shows

Meet me at the after party

Got the crowd swag surfing, they feeling gnarly

It's a party!

Don't sleep on me cause I'm on the way

Janky promoters, they don't want to pay

I'm getting to the bag everyday

Man that's all I can say (All I can say)

Yea, I get the bag everyday (Nah)

You niggas better move and get out my way

(Aha, ha)

I got a lot, a lot, lot of pape

It's a lot of it, It's a lot of it

It's a lot of it

(Two three on the checkout)

(Let's get it)