Get a Whole Lotta

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
Gritt

Gritt
Gritt
Gritt
Gritt

Gritt
Gritt
Gritt
Gritt

Gritt
Gritt
Gritt
Gritt