GET A WHOLE LOTTA Lyrics

I need a merc, and I'm lit

I'm loud and short, I think I want it

When I really want it

Backing up on this map, but this against what comes to work

I didn't come from no paper, had to get it on my own

Niggas waiting for the win, I wasn't giving no loans

Yeah, I come from the bottom, so I put one in your door

Now these bitches all on me, got the Charles in my arm

Now these niggas hate on me, throw the diamonds on my neck

Gritt, Gritt, in the building, they gon' give me respect

Had to stack up all this paper, had to get it on the floor

Ain't talking no script, but yeah, we gritting off corners

Break you down like a switch, you thought your mama too old

Be your little brother, man

Turn your sister into a whorein

Yeah, it's cold in Minnesota, and it ain't even start snowing

I ain't talking no script, but yeah, we gripping all corners

Yeah, it's cold in Minnesota, they ain't even start snowing

Niggas beefing over the whole day, ain't even got a check

Coming from the bottom, trying to buy jacks

Hey, don't give a fuck, motherfuck what you said

Don't make me call my shooter

Hey, don't give a fuck, motherfuck what you said

If you ain't talking about that motherfucking looter

Hey, get a whore, lotta, whore, lotta, whore, lotta

Get a whore, lotta, whore, lotta, lotta guada

Get a whore, lotta, whore, lotta, lotta

Get a whore, lotta, lotta, lotta guada

Get a whore, lotta, lotta guada

Get a whore, lotta, whore, lotta, lotta guada

Get a whore, lotta, lotta guada

Get a whore, lotta, lotta guada

Hey, don't give a fuck what a motherfucker said

They ain't talking check, yeah, that nigga ain't my man

Let everywhere go

Stacking up that paper everywhere I go

Keeping all the hookahs, I ain't worried about a thing

That shit giving me a check

Yeah, this love ain't shit

I'm just worried about a check

Bitch, you be my best friend

Make 20k, check

So the motherfucking diamonds can breathe

All about the cheese

I can do this shit, and my motherfuckers sweet

Shorty on the knee, she gon' please the G

Smash on that bitch, then I give her to my brother

Colder than a motherfucker in Minnesota

We all know how I do this shit

Got it on lock

Netbook

Hit Shorty with that dick, she in shock

That's good dick, ayy

I don't give a fuck what you said

If you ain't talking paper, don't make me call my shooter

If you ain't talking paper, I don't give a fuck what you said

You ain't talking about no guala guala

You ain't talking about no other line of love

lot of guala, I don't give a fuck what you said

Grit

We gon' stack up that paper

It's a three stack game, yeah

We all about the cheddar

We gon' stack up that paper

It's a three stack game, yeah

We all about the cheddar

We all about the cheddar

Three stack game

Three stack game

We gon' stack up that cheddar

Gritt

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