lotta ca$h Lyrics

I might put some snow on my wrist

Bitch I'm below zero, I'm too cold with this shit

Had to get my bread up, put some dough in the mix

She tell me pull up on her, shawty bold as a bitch

I can't even lie, it's a lotta cash in this shit

I feel like a kid in a candy shop

Pull up masked up, looking like I might run you for all you got

I got me a full plate, all this money piled on

Ain't gotta ask, I know she high as soon as the panties drop

I'm with the shit like Ron Artest

I only want the top shelf, bitch I want the best

It's funny how the phone keep ringing when these checks came in

They about to call my number, I'm up next

You not rich, you can't tell me nothing

Like the streets of New York, bitch I've been hustling, bustling

Running it up

I've been working out my pockets, I've been buffing it up

I'm trying to score in one play, bitch I'm chucking it up

I'm making a hit, it's 2AM

Gas in my lungs, I'm high as Him

Can barely even feel my limbs

I keep on adding up, I might just touch a mil

I'm leaving all y'all in the dust just like a window sill

I might put some snow on my wrist

Bitch I'm below zero, I'm too cold with this shit

Had to get my bread up, put some dough in the mix

She tell me pull up on her, shawty bold as a bitch

I can't even lie, it's a lotta cash in this shit

I feel like a kid in a candy shop

Pull up masked up, looking like I might run you for all you got

I got me a full plate, all this money piled on

Ain't gotta ask, I know she high as soon as the panties drop

I'm with the shit like Ron Artest

I only want the top shelf, bitch I want the best

It's funny how the phone keep ringing when these checks came in

They about to call my number, I'm up next