Lotto Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Hahaha
OB3Y
Yeah
Slide to the max
Spin that body like tornado
Hands in the air
Like you won a fucking lotto
Make 'em mad
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Get on your max
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Ouuu that money tasty
I've been thirsty
I taste the money
Now this my testimony
I smell like money
I smile at money
Like hello how you doing
See me wooing
Now dem bitches smiling at me
Waving, saying hello
I don't play around these bitches
Man I ain't Ronaldo
Mind your fucking business
I don't need a fucking shadow
I'm from the ghetto
Get the memo
Slide to the max
Spin that body like tornado
Hands in the air
Like you won a fucking lotto
Make 'em mad
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Get on your max
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Slide to the max
Spin that body like tornado
Hands in the air
Like you won a fucking lotto
Make 'em mad
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Get on your max
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Make 'em mad
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Get on your max
Make 'em haters fucking mad
This shit wasn't too easy
People doubted me
Looked down on me
I knew this wasn't easy
Had to keep the focus on me
Cuz I knew I was gone get it
I done got it
Now they envy me
They know that I'm the MVP
But still won't fucking say it tho
No diamond chains around my neck
Your bitch still feel me tho
She creeping up to gimme neck
But I don't want it tho
I'm a son of God
Hallelujah
Say I'm the underdog
But I'm getting mula
I'm in the private business
My dawgs don't switch switch
Call me your Aladdin
Now make a wish bish
If you hating
You can suck n swallow
If you snitching
You can suck n swallow
Slide to the max
Spin that body like tornado
Hands in the air
Like you won a fucking lotto
Make 'em mad
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Get on your max
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Slide to the max
Spin that body like tornado
Hands in the air
Like you won a fucking lotto
Make 'em mad
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Get on your max
Make 'em haters fucking mad
Make 'em mad, mad, mad, mad