Lottery (feat. Devon Tracy)
I ain't gon lie to you baby
I ain't gon lie to you baby
I ain't gon lie to you baby
I ain't gon lie
I ain't gon lie
I ain't gon lie to you baby
If I'm being honest I just hit the lottery
I'll take some time to myself in my Studio
Crafting my sound like it's pottery
All of that bullshit you talkin online with your mentions
It really don't bother me
Cuz when I'm out on the streets
I see em lurkin
They just wanna slaughter me
Fist up cuz fuck to the system
And if you're not with it
Then you can unfollow me
Speaking of follow me
Your bitch is callin me
And I can't get her off of me
I got Italian shordies undoing my Denim
While I'm in Amalfi
Pack me a Louis bag
Hop on a first class
Don't care what it cost me
I ain't gon lie to you baby
Got too many baddies it's driving you Crazy yuh
I'm in my bag I'll make time for you Baby
Might let you drive the Mercedes
I'm in the stu on the daily and I'm Getting paid
That's why they love to hate me ya
All of these moves that I'm making Are statements they know that they Can't play with Tracy yeah
Take a jet out to Cabo
When I got me a cheque they ain't Promise tomorrow
Surrounded by models
If I'm being honest I just hit the lotto
I ain't gon lie to you baby
If I'm being honest I just hit the lottery
I'll take some time to myself in my studio
Crafting my sound like it's pottery
All of that bullshit you talkin online with your mentions
It really don't bother me
Cuz when I'm out on the streets
I see em lurkin
They just wanna slaughter me
Fist up cuz fuck to the system
And if you're not with it
Then you can unfollow me
Speaking of follow me
Your bitch is callin me
And I can't get her off of me
I got Italian shordies undoing my Denim
While I'm in Amalfi
Pack me a Louis bag
Hop on a first class
Don't care what it cost me
I don't really care what it cost me
I don't really care what it cost me
Moncler vest so I'm puffin my chest
Only rock high fashion and the best
I can't sleep
No I won't rest
Until there's zeros on my cheque
I get a bag they pack twelve in the Mag
When they tryna while me off the Map
It's a risk I'm taking
I wanna make it
Wanna put a stack in my mama's lap
And I ain't gon lie to you baby
You not my priority baby
Cuz I've been so focused on gettin This bread
I need some clarity baby
We walk in a store
You spending a rack like a charity Baby
I just wanna know
Who gave you that sense of authority Baby
And I just hit the lotto
Like Drizzy when he was ballin after Motto
I'm goin full throttle
I'll cop me a whip with those brand New Giattos
Or I'll catch me a flight
I'll go to Milan just to eat up gelato
I'm packin a bag
I'll pack me a racky inside of my Cargo
Pack me a racky inside of my cargo
Pack me a racky inside of my cargo
Pack me a racky inside of my cargo
Pack me a racky inside of my cargo
I ain't gon lie to you baby
If I'm being honest I just hit the lottery
I'll take some time to myself in my Studio
Crafting my sound like it's pottery
All of that bullshit you talkin online With your mentions
It really don't bother me
Cuz when I'm out on the streets
I see em lurkin
They just wanna slaughter me
Fist up cuz fuck to the system
And if you're not with it
Then you can unfollow me
Speaking of follow me
Your bitch is callin me
And I can't get her off of me
I got Italian shordies undoing my Denim
While I'm in Amalfi
Pack me a Louis bag
Hop on a first class
Don't care what it cost me
I ain't gon lie to you baby
I ain't gon lie to you baby
I ain't gon lie
I ain't gon lie
I ain't gon lie to you baby
If I'm being honest I just hit the lottery
I'll take some time to myself in my Studio
Crafting my sound like it's pottery
All of that bullshit you talkin online with your mentions
It really don't bother me
Cuz when I'm out on the streets
I see em lurkin
They just wanna slaughter me
Fist up cuz fuck to the system
And if you're not with it
Then you can unfollow me
Speaking of follow me
Your bitch is callin me
And I can't get her off of me
I got Italian shordies undoing my Denim
While I'm in Amalfi
Pack me a Louis bag
Hop on a first class
Don't care what it cost me
I ain't gon lie to you baby
Got too many baddies it's driving you Crazy yuh
I'm in my bag I'll make time for you Baby
Might let you drive the Mercedes
I'm in the stu on the daily and I'm Getting paid
That's why they love to hate me ya
All of these moves that I'm making Are statements they know that they Can't play with Tracy yeah
Take a jet out to Cabo
When I got me a cheque they ain't Promise tomorrow
Surrounded by models
If I'm being honest I just hit the lotto
I ain't gon lie to you baby
If I'm being honest I just hit the lottery
I'll take some time to myself in my studio
Crafting my sound like it's pottery
All of that bullshit you talkin online with your mentions
It really don't bother me
Cuz when I'm out on the streets
I see em lurkin
They just wanna slaughter me
Fist up cuz fuck to the system
And if you're not with it
Then you can unfollow me
Speaking of follow me
Your bitch is callin me
And I can't get her off of me
I got Italian shordies undoing my Denim
While I'm in Amalfi
Pack me a Louis bag
Hop on a first class
Don't care what it cost me
I don't really care what it cost me
I don't really care what it cost me
Moncler vest so I'm puffin my chest
Only rock high fashion and the best
I can't sleep
No I won't rest
Until there's zeros on my cheque
I get a bag they pack twelve in the Mag
When they tryna while me off the Map
It's a risk I'm taking
I wanna make it
Wanna put a stack in my mama's lap
And I ain't gon lie to you baby
You not my priority baby
Cuz I've been so focused on gettin This bread
I need some clarity baby
We walk in a store
You spending a rack like a charity Baby
I just wanna know
Who gave you that sense of authority Baby
And I just hit the lotto
Like Drizzy when he was ballin after Motto
I'm goin full throttle
I'll cop me a whip with those brand New Giattos
Or I'll catch me a flight
I'll go to Milan just to eat up gelato
I'm packin a bag
I'll pack me a racky inside of my Cargo
Pack me a racky inside of my cargo
Pack me a racky inside of my cargo
Pack me a racky inside of my cargo
Pack me a racky inside of my cargo
I ain't gon lie to you baby
If I'm being honest I just hit the lottery
I'll take some time to myself in my Studio
Crafting my sound like it's pottery
All of that bullshit you talkin online With your mentions
It really don't bother me
Cuz when I'm out on the streets
I see em lurkin
They just wanna slaughter me
Fist up cuz fuck to the system
And if you're not with it
Then you can unfollow me
Speaking of follow me
Your bitch is callin me
And I can't get her off of me
I got Italian shordies undoing my Denim
While I'm in Amalfi
Pack me a Louis bag
Hop on a first class
Don't care what it cost me
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