Lotta! ft. Kj Tha Kidd & Zay Sinatra Lyrics

I'm stackin' dollas

I got a lotta

Fendi and Prada

Mixin' designers

I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar

These niggas actors

Give them an Oscar

I'm stackin' dollas

I got a lotta

Fendi and Prada

Mixin' designers

I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar

These niggas actors

Give them an Oscar

Woah I gotta run up them numbers

That boy try to copy my drip that's a bummer

TEC hit 'em 4 times in his chest call 'em Stunna

No Undertaker that bitch tuckin' you under

That bitch strike like its thunder

I know he tryn' catch me sleepin' this .40 put him in a slumber (come on)

I'm on the road to the money I might blow a bag get it back on a double

Young nigga stackin' up benjis okay

Rock VVS diamonds, no way

Pockets elastic I stretch it for days

Can't settle for minimum wage

Y'all know I'm back on my bullshit Ole

Young nigga stackin' up chips Fritolays

I gotta get to the money today

This brown make a bitch wanna eat like buffets

Walk in the party I look at yo shawty she all on my body I can't get her off me

Talkin' too hotty get hit with the shotty not talkin' bout Fortnite get sent to the lobby

Yo bitch a thotty she givin' me toppy in public she good but in private she naughty

Yea that bitch be givin' me sloppy

Step if you want that's yo life, yeah that's costly

Aye pull up in big body aye, aye

Bitch get the fuck out the way, aye

'Fore you get hit wit this K

Not talkin' water I might let it spray

.762 they gon wet up ya face, aye send him to the star like the Wraith

I shoot 'til it click like I'm closing the case

And then I pull off in that big body aye

I'm stackin' dollas

I got a lotta

Fendi and Prada

Mixin' designers

I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar

These niggas actors

Give them an Oscar

I'm stackin' dollas

I got a lotta

Fendi and Prada

Mixin' designers

I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar

These niggas actors

Give them an Oscar

These niggas be plottin' these niggas be watchin'

And if he keep talkin' I put that .45 to his noggin

two sticks by my side call 'em Batman and Robin

These niggas be broke got 2k in my pocket

I got a lotta bullets on me he can try if he wanna

Imma send that boy up to his Heavenly Father

I done put that boy down but the angels they caught 'em

Ok young nigga ballin' all the way in Charlotte I feel like I'm Kelly Oubre

And if you want smoke tell 'em go head and light it and we could just meet up today

Imma drop that boy body and then we gon' celebrate just like a Hit Play Parade

Get a .40 clip right to yo face okay

I got a lotta

Stunt like my fatha'

My whip look like it was made by NASA

No Futurama

Check got four commas

Run me my dollas

If you don't shooters go straight for yo top bruh

These niggas fishy I'm boutta filet

They cannot fuck with me, Kj and Zay

Man on my team know I'm makin' the play

Get the cake, spend the cake, eat the cake Anna Mae

I'm the best in my state at this rate with the greats

All this hate in the way I be duckin' the shade

And I got a lotta

Ways, ways to get mufuckin' paid

I'm stackin' dollas

I got a lotta

Fendi and Prada

Mixin' designers

I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar

These niggas actors

Give them an Oscar

I'm stackin' dollas

I got a lotta

Fendi and Prada

Mixin' designers

I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar

These niggas actors

Give them an Oscar