Whole Lotta Dïfferent

Whole lotta different colors
Whole lotta different numbers
Four lines in a coffee cup
But i don't sip Folgers
I wake up and sip on some drop
I wake up and fuck on that bitch
I wake up and fuck up a check
I wake up and just keep it real

Wake up and count up that money
I might go outside today it look sunny
I might go outside today watch yo back
I'm with the gang and that shit it get ugly
I'm with the gang and we all on a mission get to the cheddar yeah get to the biscuit
Get to the bread get to the money
I'm on you're head you looking dummy
I'm covered up in the money i look like mummy
Got baddest of bitches they just keep in coming
Damn you don't want smoke know you bluffing
I pulled the pistol out he keep on running
Yeah pull out the pistol it bussing Pull out the pistol you know it go blamm
I ain't gone stop till we up
I ain't gone stop till we swerving in lambs

I know my name idrip
But the cup looking like ihop
Yeah it's full of that syrup
Yeah it's full of that pop
Yeah I'm sipping on wok baby
Yeah I'm sipping on drop
Imma go up to the top
I already told you i ain't gone stop

Whole lotta different colors
Whole lotta different numbers
Four lines in a coffee cup
But i don't sip Folgers
I wake up and sip on some drop
I wake up and fuck on that bitch
I wake up and fuck up a check
I wake up and just keep it real

You gotta tell me lil baby you better tell me yeah what it the deal
If you tell me that you love me
Please tell me please tell me that it be real
Please tell me that it ain't fake
Please tell me right to my face
Fuck this shit i don't wanna date
Imma just go get a double cup crack me a seal and i pour that shit up and we running it Up
Yeah i'm with the gang and we turning it up
I take a wood and i roll that shit up
I spark it up
I'm going up



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Writer(s): Tressel Webb
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