Lotta Guap

How much money you got
I gotta whole lotta guap
I gotta hoe that's gon flop
She gave me whole lotta top
I gotta drop on the plug
I gotta plug on the drop
Lately I pray to my glock
I'm puttin on for my block
Aye how much money you got
I gotta whole lotta guap
I gotta hoe that's gon flop
She gave me whole lotta top
I gotta drop on the plug
I gotta plug on the drop
Lately I pray to my glock
I'm puttin on for my block

Ion een know where to start
Whole lotta pain in my heart
All of this shit on my mind
Got me singin to guitars
I draw the .40 like it art
Gotta keep one eye on the clock
Yea they dont see you when you starve
But they fall in love when you hot, huh?
I put my bros on a scheme
I don't be sleeping catchin z's
You being lazy We gone creep
From Overtown some Rich g'z
Fuck allat talkin lemme see
Can't fear a man we all bleed
It's so much hate inside of meee
I can't be the man I wanna beee
Hallelujah hallelujah
All the glory to god
All praises to the most high
I don't look up to your stars
I've been dreaming bout a fast car
I'm wanna fill up the garage
She ain't want me when I was on the couch
Now her and her friend want ménage
I been talkin to the streets
Cause that's where I wanna be
I've been homeless in my lifetime
Now my come up is like sheesh
Posted in that free lunch line since size sevens on my feet
I know that money ain't everything
Can't hear you in this first class seat

Man I gotta whole lotta guap
I gotta hoe that's gon flop
She gave me whole lotta top
I gotta drop on the plug
I gotta plug on the drop
Lately I pray to my glock
I'm puttin on for my block yea
How much money you got
I gotta whole lotta guap
I gotta hoe that's gon flop
She gave me whole lotta top
I gotta drop on the plug
I gotta plug on the drop
Lately I pray to my glock
I'm puttin on for my block



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Writer(s): Montrel Anderson
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