Alotta

Popping a lotta bottles
In the club with the squad I gotta lotta partnas
Pull up deep 50ty cars that's a lotta choppas
You gone make us turn this party to the after party
Alotta smoke, alotta drink, alotta pills, molly
If it ain't about the money ain't no talking bout it
Let'em hate all they want they just be pocket watching
That's the last of my thoughts, I gotta alotta problems
Alotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta
Alotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta

All white denim looking like the ghost of Christmas
Diamonds in my ear got'em off that movie frozen
Walked up in the club you can tell we ain't from round here
100 shooters with me let somebody get to tripping
Skinny jeans on so they can see my pockets heavy
Told the bartender bring a whole lotta Henny
Might just be the freshest in the club but we ready
Vip section with a lotta bad women
Shawty know she bad yeah I like how she twerking
Word on the street she let a lotta homies hit it
Better watch my shoes
Better watch where you stepping
He asked me what's the problem
Told security mind his business

Popping a lotta bottles
In the club with the squad I gotta lotta partnas
Pull up deep 50ty cars that's a lotta choppas
You gone make us turn this party to the after party
Alotta smoke, alotta drink, alotta pills, molly
If it ain't about the money ain't no talking bout it
Let'em hate all they want they just be pocket watching
That's the last of my thoughts, I gotta alotta problems
Alotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta
Alotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta

Alotta folks be talking
They ain't really going walk it out
All it took was a lil bit
hit the trap and I bumped and grind
Came up while you hated
Alotta folks wanna see me down
Yeah I survived the street life
Alotta my homies never made it out
Acting like you gangsta
Alotta ya'll doing that for clout
I kept it real since day one
I know alotta homies that switched sides
Even though I'm up one
I know alotta times that I was down
And to those that ever crossed me
I know alotta ya'll think I forgot
Then one day you going pull up
To a lotta cars outside ya house
Witness said he ain't see much
All he heard was alotta shots
Then the smoke cleared and your body dropped
And a whole lotta cars start bailing out
If you ever say you going pull up on me
Just make sure that you down to ride

Popping a lotta bottles
In the club with the squad I gotta lotta partnas
Pull up deep 50ty cars that's a lotta choppas
You gone make us turn this party to the after party
Alotta smoke, alotta drink, alotta pills, molly
If it ain't about the money ain't no talking bout it
Let'em hate all they want they just be pocket watching
That's the last of my thoughts, I gotta alotta problems
Alotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta
Alotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta



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Writer(s): Richard Little
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