Featuring: Young Scooter Yung Ralph
Producer: Zaytoven
[Verse 1: Yung Ralph]
I bounced in a car, with a lotta money
Duffle bag filled up, right to my tummy
Glock on my lap, I'm feeling good
Just made a play in your naborhood
[?] through the city
Bounced out on [?]
Money [?]
[?] say lock and load
Password stay linked in, every word from my inc pen
Bought my bitch that pink Benz, so she can ride with them [?]
I told you, [?] good
[?]
Death ro, but I own the hood
Death ro where my homies at
Sending love, I send it back
Big money, big stacks
Baby mamas bringing packs
[Chorus: Yung Ralph]
You already know we got a whole lotta
Foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle
[?] VIP, we pop a lotta bottles
Hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels
Money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta
Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta
Guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta
[?] flexing, never hit the lotto
[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Young Scooter!
Money, cars drugs, got a lotta that
Disrespect Freebandz, you get shot for that
Give a fuck what's wrong with it, come bring it back
Ain't no dope boy rules when you selling crack
You wanna be a boss, gotta be humble
Put your juug on, try not to fumble
The remix bricks, I got all that
That 44 money, blew a lotta that
Got a couple plugs in Florida, got the boat docked
Keep a ten in the hood, and I ain't own the block
If you is good when you winning, then you on top
Street education, yeah I got a lot
[Chorus: Yung Ralph]
You already know we got a whole lotta
Foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle
[?] VIP, we pop a lotta bottles
Hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels
Money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta
Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta
Guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta
[?] flexing, never hit the lotto
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
A nigga tried to play me for the whole bundle
I ran a [?] package so the nigga fumbled
He never understood how the streets connected
A [?] never disrespected
Run a plan, don't understand
Yeah nigga I'm over you
Same thing, not overdo
Nigga billion dollars my [?]
Kush packs, lemonade [?]
Standing on that corner man, your boy came with that money plan
[?]
Panamera, whippin that
Turbo, [?]
Hell yeah nigga, clippin that
[?] that lane
Pushed up with that big bag
Talked to my young nigga, he came up with that red flag
That blue flag, that [?]
[Chorus: Yung Ralph]
You already know we got a whole lotta
Foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle
[?] VIP, we pop a lotta bottles
Hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels
Money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta
Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta
Guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta
[?] flexing, never hit the lotto
I bounced in a car, with a lotta money
Duffle bag filled up, right to my tummy
Glock on my lap, I'm feeling good
Just made a play in your naborhood
[?] through the city
Bounced out on [?]
Money [?]
[?] say lock and load
Password stay linked in, every word from my inc pen
Bought my bitch that pink Benz, so she can ride with them [?]
I told you, [?] good
[?]
Death ro, but I own the hood
Death ro where my homies at
Sending love, I send it back
Big money, big stacks
Baby mamas bringing packs
[Chorus: Yung Ralph]
You already know we got a whole lotta
Foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle
[?] VIP, we pop a lotta bottles
Hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels
Money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta
Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta
Guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta
[?] flexing, never hit the lotto
[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Young Scooter!
Money, cars drugs, got a lotta that
Disrespect Freebandz, you get shot for that
Give a fuck what's wrong with it, come bring it back
Ain't no dope boy rules when you selling crack
You wanna be a boss, gotta be humble
Put your juug on, try not to fumble
The remix bricks, I got all that
That 44 money, blew a lotta that
Got a couple plugs in Florida, got the boat docked
Keep a ten in the hood, and I ain't own the block
If you is good when you winning, then you on top
Street education, yeah I got a lot
[Chorus: Yung Ralph]
You already know we got a whole lotta
Foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle
[?] VIP, we pop a lotta bottles
Hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels
Money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta
Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta
Guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta
[?] flexing, never hit the lotto
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
A nigga tried to play me for the whole bundle
I ran a [?] package so the nigga fumbled
He never understood how the streets connected
A [?] never disrespected
Run a plan, don't understand
Yeah nigga I'm over you
Same thing, not overdo
Nigga billion dollars my [?]
Kush packs, lemonade [?]
Standing on that corner man, your boy came with that money plan
[?]
Panamera, whippin that
Turbo, [?]
Hell yeah nigga, clippin that
[?] that lane
Pushed up with that big bag
Talked to my young nigga, he came up with that red flag
That blue flag, that [?]
[Chorus: Yung Ralph]
You already know we got a whole lotta
Foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle
[?] VIP, we pop a lotta bottles
Hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels
Money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta
Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta
Guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta
[?] flexing, never hit the lotto
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