WHOLE LOTTA lyrics

[Intro: Damedot]
(Michigan Meech)
Are you in the Mafia?
(Rell On The Track)
Ayy

[Chorus: Damedot]
I got a whole lot of money, a whole lot of problems
If I get mad, it ain't no question, get a whole lot of choppers
These chains I got on worth a whole lot of dollars (Ice, ice, ice)
I won't chase no b*tch, I'm out here chasin' a whole lot of commas (f*ck no, Am I in the what?)
Way too many backstabbings, whole lot of let-me-downs

[Verse 1: Damedot]
Tell bro I'm in the house, hit my phone when that Act' around
I don't want supression, I'm in love with that fappin' sound
My bro don't do no hair, but if I tell him, he gon' part his scalp
n*gga, I can't even complain 'cause I'm blessed ('Cause I'm blеssed)
Only time I sip lean thеse days when a n*gga stressed
b*tch, shut your baldhead ass up, ho, your sh*t a mess (Shut the f*ck up)
You gon' need a bulletproof hat, you ain't gon' need a vest
b*tch, I got a whole lot of di*k, you gon' need some help (Mwah)
He don't need a whole lot of fent' 'cause he gon' need some milk
'Sace store higher than a b*tch, I just need some silk (I'm blowed)
Put a bad b*tch in Saks fifth, I just need a belt
Sometimes it's good to look in the mirror just to see yourself
It ain't good to try to be these n*ggas, boy, be yourself (Just be you)
b*tch, I'm pretty sure my di*k ain't gon' eat itself
Coolant on the AR so that b*tch don't gotta heat itself
[Chorus: Damedot]
I got a whole lot of money, a whole lot of problems
If I get mad, it ain't no question, get a whole lot of choppers
These chains I got on worth a whole lot of dollars (Ice, ice, ice)
I won't chase no b*tch, I'm out here chasin' a whole lot of commas (f*ck no)
Way too many backstabbings, whole lot of let-me-downs
Walk straight in through the back with the blicky, they ain't pat me down
I'll pull up and shoot one of you n*ggas like I'm Kogoloud
Brownskin b*tch, pretty teeth, look like Coco Jones

[Verse 2: Yung Reef]
Got a whole lot of options
He Yeezy, so I beat his ass for talkin' out of pocket
It's normal, everybody got a gun, now you gotta watch 'em
Shown be hard, but if I love you when you cross me, gotta drop you
Could've got a whole lot, now I don't give a f*ck about you
A lot of this, a lot of that
Designer money and the power
You gon' have to sacrifice 'cause every day another problem
I'm just tryna get some money, every day another thousand
Whole lot of people wanna eat so they depend on me
Hustlin' with my mag n*ggas broad day, he got the switch on him
My shoes made dirty and I spent some dogsh*t on 'em
Whole lot of b*tches in this room, I can't even pick from 'em
Need a b*tch to brighten up my mood
Always had haters, all the fights back in school
If you real, keep it real, ain't got a whole lot of rules
You only got one time, ain't no excuses you can use
[Chorus: Damedot]
I got a whole lot of money, a whole lot of problems
If I get mad, it ain't no question, get a whole lot of choppers
These chains I got on worth a whole lot of dollars (Ice, ice, ice)
I won't chase no b*tch, I'm out here chasin' a whole lot of commas (f*ck no)
Way too many backstabbings, whole lot of let-me-downs
Walk straight in through the back with the blicky, they ain't pat me down
I'll pull up and shoot one of you n*ggas like I'm Kogoloud
Brownskin b*tch, pretty teeth, look like Coco Jones (Mwah)