Got A Lot ft. Zaytoven Lyrics

Man these streets is life or death I tote I glock cuz I'm choosing

Had a 30 clip on me before I knew how to use it

I had 30 bands on me when I was hoppin out zooted

Niggas say they used to trap so how these numbers confusing

How you loosing out on money when it's so much to gain

I be dui inside the cat still driving the same

I'm really bread god bitch might put some change on yo brain

I'm really bread god bitch dgaf bout the fame

I make sure I pray to God before I catch me a body

always asking for forgiveness I know he tired of my sorrys

Remember I was drinking act with no facial hair on me

Now it's dusse in my cup I throw up off Bacardi

Ain't addicted to a thing but this money I'm fiendin

I been stacking in the trap I told my cougar to clean it

She dip her titty in the lean when we fuck I be geekin

These bitches give me all the pussy cuz I know now to treat it

Numbers crazy in the trap I think it's hotter than Phoenix

I blew 15k on strippers I ain't think I would need it

My nigga biting Off the pills I'm like this nigga teathin

Foreign bitch she always text me but o can't never read it

Pussy ima bread fiend

My whip pure dope clean

I know my name bell ring

Got zaytiggy on the beat

Pussy ima bread fiend

My whip pure dope clean

I know my name Bell ring

Got zaytoven on the beat bitch

Man these streets is life or death I tote I glock cuz I'm choosing

Had a 30 clip on me before I knew how to use it

I had 30 bands on me when I was hoppin out zooted

Niggas say they used to trap so how these numbers confusing

How you loosing out on money when it's so much to gain

I be dui inside the cat still driving the same

I'm really bread god bitch might put some change on yo brain

I'm really bread god bitch dgaf

Where the money at

Where the love at

Where my bitches poppin bottles in the club at

I get to fuckin on good Pussy I might dub back

Where the opps I'm feeling low I'm bout to roll that

It's always fuck niggas asking where the hoes at

You won't ever catch me asking where my pole at

I got it

You got mo racks I doubt it

He don't call shots I block it

I don't run off on the plug I bring the whole bag I'm solid

Bitch I had them bags in moving faster then sonic

I was dead broke when jay z went bought that island

I be feeling like Kodak might hit the stage and start crying

Really came up off of hustling strike me down if I'm lying

Bread god really bring in the green like a lawn mower uh uh

If he owe me money get the flame thrower uh uh

Smoking and she love my ouder

I don't tell the bitch I show her

I ain't wet the bitch I froze her

Green man green man Im oger

Man these streets is life or death I tote I glock cuz I'm choosing

Had a 30 clip on me before I knew how to use it

I had 30 bands on me when I was hoppin out zooted

Niggas say they used to trap so how these numbers confusing

How you loosing out on money when it's so much to gain

I be dui inside the cat still driving the same

I'm really bread god bitch might put some change on yo brain

I'm really bread god bitch dgaf