Lottery (Renegade) - T-Pain Remix

Just when they thought it was over
Wait
Renegade (go), Renegade (go), Renegade (go)
We shocked the world
And I brought a few of my partners with me this time
T-Pain what it do fool? (Boop, Boop)
Sound
Remix, remix, remix (hey, hey, hey)
Let's go

Cash on me like I hit the lottery (hit the lottery)
Hoes a trip, watch 'em how they fall on me (wait)
Hundids blue, yeah, I got 'em all on me
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go (mmh)
Prada shoes, yeah, I keep a style on me (style on me)
Pretty freaks, make them bitches pile on me (I swear)
Rack party, I got thirty thou' on me (right now)
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go

Too much cake, all these bitches want a piece (want a piece)
Plenty racks, I threw ten on top of my teeth (racks)
Diamond choker, VVS, I can't breathe (I can't breathe)
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go
Saint Laurent, Marmier, Givenchy (Givenchy)
Gucci goggles, Gucci buckle, Gucci skis
You gon' cuff that ho, we know that ho a freak
Go (yeah), go (go), go (go), let's go (she a freak)

Cash on me like I hit the lottery (hit the lottery)
Boop
Hoes a trip, watch 'em how they fall on me (wait)
Boop
Hundids blue, yeah, I got 'em all on me
Boop
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go (mmh)

Prada shoes, yeah, I keep a style on me (style on me)
Boop
Pretty freaks, make them bitches pile on me (I swear)
Boop
Rack party, I got thirty thou' on me (right now)
Go (go), go (go), go (go, yeah) let's go

Man I got a bitch in the backseat
Right now (in the backseat right now)
I'm about to fuck her lights out (I'ma fuck her lights out)
From the club to the crib (to the crib)
We about to go all night now (go all night now)
She gotta be a dime and a half (and a half)
She couldn't be cuter (cuter)
Now she asking for cash, all she getting this dick in the Uber

Bitch, I'm a boss, I don't take losses
Sit on this black leather couch in my office
Wanna be famous, want a new chain, shit
Do that for me and I'ma come up off it
I'ma beat the box up, I'ma assault it
Try to play me like I'm broke, I'm insulted
I got plenty, all the talk in my pocket
Taking off like a rocket, when I rock it

Now hop in the cockpit
Cash on me like I hit the lottery (hit the lottery)
Boop, boop
Hoes a trip, watch 'em how they fall on me (wait)
Boop, boop
Hundids blue, yeah, I got 'em all on me
Oh, yeah
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go
Go! (Mmh)

Prada shoes, yeah, I keep a style on me (style on me)
Pretty freaks, make them bitches pile on me (I swear)
Rack party, I got thirty thou' on me (right now)
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go

I know shooters in DC, Bradley Beal (shoot)
Shawty thick, she say, "I don't miss no meals" (miss no meals)
Buddy broke, you know you can't front the bill (you broke)
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go
Shrimp and lobster, his and hers, it's a date (yum)
He gon' eat, she gon' eat, it's a plate (it's a plate)
Make them racks, spend them racks, give or take (give or take)
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go

Cash on me like I hit the lottery (hit the lottery)
Hoes a trip, watch 'em how they fall on me (wait)
Hundids blue, yeah, I got 'em all on me
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go (mmh)
Prada shoes, yeah, I keep a style on me (style on me)
Pretty freaks, make them bitches pile on me (I swear)
Rack party, I got thirty thou' on me (right now)
Go (go), go (go), go (go), go, let's go

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, mm
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, mm



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Writer(s): Bryan Stephen Johnson, Faheem Najm, Kristopher Thomas Campbell
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