Whole Lotta Money lyrics

by

Lanek


It's a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker (BIA, BIA)
It’s a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
Ain't no came in with no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old
Ain't no came in with no hoe sh*t, the hoe get too bold
I’m allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe bright, just to match with my toes
Yeah
I can't wear the sh*t you b*tches wear 'cause it's cheap to me
It's some money at my table, grab a seat with me
Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees
I don't hang with jealous b*tches, that's a weak disease
Hoe don't run up
If you broke and in my business, thеn just shut up (shh)
I invested in my body b*tch, I’m done up
I look good, I likе to f*ck him when the sun up (oh)
I put all my jewellery just to go to the bodega
And I keep it with me just so that I’m feeling safer
Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega
b*tch I'm getting money, get the f*ck up outta here
It’s a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
It's a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
Ain't no came in with no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old
Ain't no came in with no hoe sh*t, the hoe get too bold
I’m allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe bright, just to match with my toes
White on white Bentley
Trunk out the engine
Hoe tryna get near me
b*tch, stay up outta my mentions
Thinking 'bout got plenty
20 racks and Fendi
Got time for these messy hoes in my bussiness, I ain't with it
Got right now, not next
Need M's on all of my checks
Don't worry 'bout who I text
Just know it ain't my ex
Lotta rich n*ggas in here
No b*tch n*ggas in here
Want a packland and a check clear, and then that's what you hear (ah)
I put all my jewellery just to go to the bodega
And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer
Fendi on my body but my feet is in Bottega
b*tch I'm getting money, get the f*ck up outta here
It's a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
It's a whole lotta money in this motherf*cker
Ain't no came in with no broke sh*t, that broke sh*t get old
Ain't no came in with no hoe sh*t, the hoe get too bold
I'm allergic to that no sh*t, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coupe bright, just to match with my toes
BIA, BIA
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