LOTTO

Red like my money
Get my bet, hold my rent
Lemme run sea side
I might lay, I might get up in my wave
I might share up on my days say, "run my big"
I'm off that lazy
I might gun
On my face
Or the funds
In my place
Lemme run
Found my cage in my lungs
Run to the money
Imma share
With my accountant
On my pants, is the runner
Got the x's and the number
I'm like dead under weight
Sent it
Let up under something
Am I dead under weight?
Let me let up under something
Aye

Ride with my money face
Dolce and Gabbana
She like Minaj
With those CC's on her wallet
High up and winded yeah
Like she won the lotto
Cheddar checks
And a chain that's made of water

Aye
Stained in with rust
Timid, timid in the cut
Cheat checks imma flip the rest
I might g-g-get it out my gut
Woke up hanging from the ceiling
I'm for real I feel the best
And I mean it when I speak it
I'm addicted to finesse
Sheesh, still running on my feet son
Need some cheese
I've been feeling weak as King Kong
Better than ever
I need my fever to release huh
Soon as I can catch a breath I'm freer than a Visa
Hopping around
My change is in the checking
Put my savings on my neck
And then re-shave
And show my face into the sun just for a second
Feeling set
Right when my daddy tell me
"Boy you won't upset them"
So I sell a thousand units of a track I haven't finished ugh

Ride with my money face
Dolce and Gabbana
She like Minaj
With those CC's on her wallet
High up and winded yeah
Like she won the lotto
Cheddar checks
And a chain that's made of water

(Ride with my money face
And Gabbana
This is how we want it)



Credits
Writer(s): Xander Pasley
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