Lando Bando - Lotto (feat. BabyTron, Talibando) lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[Lando Bando - Lotto feat. BabyTron, Talibando lyrics]
(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't
Let yo bitch go, nigga)
If I get the bag to you, can you move it?
I don't really think you can
You type of nigga to lose it
Better start thinking with yo head 'fore
You lose it
Had to slow down on the lean 'cause
Sometimes I can abuse it
Bitch looking for love, that ain't me
I'm not Cupid if you believed anything I
Said then you stupid
It is what it is, bitch
Don't come up with illusions
Kept it a hundred with you
So it ain't no confusions
Everybody tote the strap
Is you gon' use it?
Shit get real in these streets and
It depend on how you moving
You could take off like a rocket if
You get the bag in Houston
Trapping ain't dead, these niggas scared
That's what I'm proving
But I'll leave the streets alone if I
Could make it with this music
Until then, I'm quarterbacking plays
Aaron Rodgers i'm a cheesehead
Been getting money since a toddler
Trap report card, got all A's, bitch
I'm a scholar dedicated to the game
They say I got it from my father
Open up yo new lane
I would love to do the honors
Spot banging off the hinges
Can't close, no, we McDonald's
So much money in the house
They all thought we hit the lotto
Thought we hit the lotto ayy
Ayy ayy, ShittyBoyz
Chuck Liddell with the Visas, every punch hit
Fuck FIFA
I'll kick her out if she don't suck dick
Brought the bag back last second
On some clutch shit shawn Michaels
Tuning up the band and let the drum kick
Got shit on-lock like I'm holding L2
Jumped in the deep, now I'm a king, Neptune
Jumped off the porch and knocked the
Spike off my left shoe
Bitch, that's the Loubs
Fourteen hunnid when I step through
Hop stepping in the bank like I'm Embiid
Bitcoin bandit
I make twenty when I spend three
Plotting on a Beam', used to be a 10-speed
Called the bitch "Angel" 'cause she
Went down and blessed me
It ain't a code that my hacker can't crack
F&N'll turn him to a ghost, Snapchat
Hoes used to ho me
Now they getting laughed at
Self-scanning in a different state
Getting cash back
Look in the mirror like, "Oh
There the GOAT go"
I'll shoot yo ass from up close like a GoPro
Formal voice on the phone
Can't make no jokes
Dancing on the 'Gram, jack
Flashing, I'm a showboat, bitch
(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't
Let yo bitch go, nigga)
Let yo bitch go, nigga)
If I get the bag to you, can you move it?
I don't really think you can
You type of nigga to lose it
Better start thinking with yo head 'fore
You lose it
Had to slow down on the lean 'cause
Sometimes I can abuse it
Bitch looking for love, that ain't me
I'm not Cupid if you believed anything I
Said then you stupid
It is what it is, bitch
Don't come up with illusions
Kept it a hundred with you
So it ain't no confusions
Everybody tote the strap
Is you gon' use it?
Shit get real in these streets and
It depend on how you moving
You could take off like a rocket if
You get the bag in Houston
Trapping ain't dead, these niggas scared
That's what I'm proving
But I'll leave the streets alone if I
Could make it with this music
Until then, I'm quarterbacking plays
Aaron Rodgers i'm a cheesehead
Been getting money since a toddler
Trap report card, got all A's, bitch
I'm a scholar dedicated to the game
They say I got it from my father
Open up yo new lane
I would love to do the honors
Spot banging off the hinges
Can't close, no, we McDonald's
So much money in the house
They all thought we hit the lotto
Thought we hit the lotto ayy
Ayy ayy, ShittyBoyz
Chuck Liddell with the Visas, every punch hit
Fuck FIFA
I'll kick her out if she don't suck dick
Brought the bag back last second
On some clutch shit shawn Michaels
Tuning up the band and let the drum kick
Got shit on-lock like I'm holding L2
Jumped in the deep, now I'm a king, Neptune
Jumped off the porch and knocked the
Spike off my left shoe
Bitch, that's the Loubs
Fourteen hunnid when I step through
Hop stepping in the bank like I'm Embiid
Bitcoin bandit
I make twenty when I spend three
Plotting on a Beam', used to be a 10-speed
Called the bitch "Angel" 'cause she
Went down and blessed me
It ain't a code that my hacker can't crack
F&N'll turn him to a ghost, Snapchat
Hoes used to ho me
Now they getting laughed at
Self-scanning in a different state
Getting cash back
Look in the mirror like, "Oh
There the GOAT go"
I'll shoot yo ass from up close like a GoPro
Formal voice on the phone
Can't make no jokes
Dancing on the 'Gram, jack
Flashing, I'm a showboat, bitch
(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't
Let yo bitch go, nigga)