Whole Lotta (feat. Nova)

(Nova Just Cooked Sumn Up Real Good)

Call Nova Up, told a n**** "Cook it Up"
Whole lotta money, havin paper work, put it up
Whole lotta cameras at the spot when u pullin' up
Whole lotta ice and it's cold like Canada

(TeezyOnTheBoards)

I came from sleepin on floors wit no mattress
Now I count this cash and I made it a habit
How you gon' speak on some shit that ain't happen
Niggas be tryin' too hard, end up crashin' (Crash)
Pushin' to start, my whip automatic
He not wit the squad I told 'em to tax 'em (Gang)
I told 'em to tax 'em
(Whoa)
Nigga play, send a shooter like package (Let's go)
I know young n***** spinnin' blocks every day
Young n**** totin' it on his waist
Why u n***** rock pistols like fashion statement
Put the pistol down beat 'em like heavy weighters
Still keep one in the head it's like human nature
N**** play wit the gang, n**** meet your maker
I know real Rastas and they in Jamaica
I know greasy n***** they'll slime ya neighbor
YSL, wipe your nose, tissue paper
Hit 'em in the lung, had to put 'em on a ventilator, Wooo
Playin' with the gang, at your neck like a noose
He tote that hammer, he got a loose screw
He signed to Nike he do it
If you up it, better use it
This is not regular music

Call Nova Up, told a n**** "Cook it Up"
Whole lotta money, havin paper work, put it up
Whole lotta cameras at the spot when u pullin' up
Whole lotta ice and it's cold like Canada
Whole lotta pussy, yeah ya gang ain't man enough
Ima real n****, take a piss when I'm standin' up
Money sumn like a phone bill, yeah we ran it up
N***** really lame, I ain't never been a fan of 'em

How you gon' act like you never been a fan of me
Holdin' out your hand to me
Sayin' you the bro, I don't know you
Fuck on his girl she say, "Nova you so rude"
Dick hit her soul and she eat it, it's soul food
Guess that's why they say that I cook it up
If you tryna keep up, best to give it up
You done pushed your luck, karma catchin' up
She clappin' that ass, put a n**** in a trance
She starin' in my eyes, I know that she don't give a fuck 'bout her mans
Baby c'mon, give a fuck 'bout your plans
Your n**** a lame and I know it
I only need one night with ya
Don't even front like you ain't with it
Bring Teezy a friend, we can get to the business
But we can't even do that, you get in your feelings
Know that I love all my bruddas forever, I told 'em it's stuck
Get a McLaren, i floor it, I open the gap, tell these n***** catch up
I hate how the city is filled with so many n***** that wish bad on you
But I don't give a fuck, I'm above all these niggas, I'm touchin' the stars

Call Nova Up, told a n**** "Cook it Up"
Whole lotta money, havin paper work, put it up
Whole lotta cameras at the spot when u pullin' up
Whole lotta ice and it's cold like Canada
Whole lotta pussy, yeah ya gang ain't man enough
Ima real n****, take a piss when I'm standin' up
Money sumn like a phone bill, yeah we ran it up
N***** really lame, I ain't never been a fan of 'em
Call Nova Up, told a n**** "Cook it Up"
Whole lotta money, havin paper work, put it up
Whole lotta cameras at the spot when u pullin' up
Whole lotta ice and it's cold like Canada
Whole lotta pussy, yeah ya gang ain't man enough
Ima real n****, take a piss when I'm standin' up
Money sumn like a phone bill, yeah we ran it up
N***** really lame, I ain't never been a fan of 'em



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Writer(s): Teezy Ontheboards
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