Quilly DaVinci & Kj Tha Kidd - Lotta! (feat. Zay Sinatra)

I'm stackin' dollas
I got a lotta
Fendi and Prada
Mixin' designers
I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar
These niggas actors
Give them an Oscar
I'm stackin' dollas
I got a lotta
Fendi and Prada
Mixin' designers
I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar
These niggas actors
Give them an Oscar
Woah I gotta run up them numbers
That boy try to copy my drip that's a bummer
TEC hit 'em 4 times in his chest call 'em Stunna
No Undertaker that bitch tuckin' you under
That bitch strike like its thunder
I know he tryn' catch me sleepin' this .40 put him in a slumber (come on)
I'm on the road to the money I might blow a bag get it back on a double
Young nigga stackin' up benjis okay
Rock VVS diamonds, no way
Pockets elastic I stretch it for days
Can't settle for minimum wage
Y'all know I'm back on my bullshit Ole
Young nigga stackin' up chips Fritolays
I gotta get to the money today
This brown make a bitch wanna eat like buffets
Walk in the party I look at yo shawty she all on my body I can't get her off me
Talkin' too hotty get hit with the shotty not talkin' bout Fortnite get sent to the lobby
Yo bitch a thotty she givin' me toppy in public she good but in private she naughty
Yea that bitch be givin' me sloppy
Step if you want that's yo life, yeah that's costly
Aye pull up in big body aye, aye
Bitch get the fuck out the way, aye
'Fore you get hit wit this K
Not talkin' water I might let it spray
.762 they gon wet up ya face, aye send him to the star like the Wraith
I shoot 'til it click like I'm closing the case
And then I pull off in that big body aye
I'm stackin' dollas
I got a lotta
Fendi and Prada
Mixin' designers
I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar
These niggas actors
Give them an Oscar
I'm stackin' dollas
I got a lotta
Fendi and Prada
Mixin' designers
I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar
These niggas actors
Give them an Oscar
These niggas be plottin' these niggas be watchin'
And if he keep talkin' I put that .45 to his noggin
two sticks by my side call 'em Batman and Robin
These niggas be broke got 2k in my pocket
I got a lotta bullets on me he can try if he wanna
Imma send that boy up to his Heavenly Father
I done put that boy down but the angels they caught 'em
Ok young nigga ballin' all the way in Charlotte I feel like I'm Kelly Oubre
And if you want smoke tell 'em go head and light it and we could just meet up today
Imma drop that boy body and then we gon' celebrate just like a Hit Play Parade
Get a .40 clip right to yo face okay
I got a lotta
Stunt like my fatha'
My whip look like it was made by NASA
No Futurama
Check got four commas
Run me my dollas
If you don't shooters go straight for yo top bruh
These niggas fishy I'm boutta filet
They cannot fuck with me, Kj and Zay
Man on my team know I'm makin' the play
Get the cake, spend the cake, eat the cake Anna Mae
I'm the best in my state at this rate with the greats
All this hate in the way I be duckin' the shade
And I got a lotta
Ways, ways to get mufuckin' paid
I'm stackin' dollas
I got a lotta
Fendi and Prada
Mixin' designers
I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar
These niggas actors
Give them an Oscar
I'm stackin' dollas
I got a lotta
Fendi and Prada
Mixin' designers
I call yo broad to give me brain like a scholar
These niggas actors
Give them an Oscar

Written by:
Aquil Laibhen, Kyle Parrish

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