W H O L E L O T T A M O N E Y Lyrics

I was just 16 writin a 16

Spittin nicer than average I thought rap was interesting

Ain't have a mic but had apple head phones in pristine

Condition I'm kiddin although they worked good enough when it came to listening

To my favorite artist or whoever went the hardest

That I said I wanna be like made a b line to the bars

I had an app that you would use if you messed up then you restarted

Not the part but the entire fuckin track was broken hearted

So got better at controllin how I breathe when I be talkin

Cuz to be the best alive that mean the beat needa be in a coffin

With that bein said I had to make sure I got better on every song then

I was when I started beginnin was hard but the process I really got lost in

I noticed when I was growin and said to myself ok nigga go off then

The feelin I had of improvin was somethin I dealt wit a little more often

Decided I should be the flyest and I got to takin off just like a rocket

Now I needa stack up the guala from hittin a pocket to fill all my pockets

Cuz all I ever wanted was a whole lotta money

Lotta dough in my pockets on my soul keep it coming

I need more I need shows tryina go out the country

On a roll on the road makin whole lotta money

I said all I ever wanted was a whole lotta money

Lotta dough in my pockets on my soul keep it coming

I need more give me shows tryina go out the country

On a roll on the road makin whole lotta money

When you grow up what you wanna be

Rich already decided that I'd be high on a cruise ship in 2075

And everything I'm doin now's a set up for me to retire

Cuz I'm more than capable of greatness before I expire

I think that fatigue a mindset so I don't ever get tired

Unless of course it's time for bed and I planned to be in there prior

I don't ever fold like clothes you forgot to take out the dryer

Want my stock to grow so I must continue makin it higher

Than the forehead of a slenderman sent to the Himalayas

Bein innovative showin I'm not the nigga to play wit

I'm a Bajan like Rhianna do not call me a Jamaican

Want my piggy bank much bigger to really bring home the bacon

Hours spent tryina make it I cannot fake it

Put 10,000 of them twice get a fraction of what I gave

So if you hatin save it because this isn't up for debatin

Make the road to riches all my fault cuz nigga I paved it

Cuz all I ever wanted was a whole lotta money

Lotta dough in my pockets on my soul keep it coming

I need more I need shows tryina go out the country

On a roll on the road makin whole lotta money