Young Dolph, Money Man - Whole Lotta lyrics

Section 8 just straight cooked
This motherfucker up

Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Bust it open, yeah, you know that a ho gotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Who want the 'za? 'Cause you know
That I do got it
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Dior on me, I walk in, I'm a showstopper
Whole lotta
Whole lotta handguns and new choppers
Whole lotta
Whole lotta pop-ups and new shoppers

Whole lotta, whole lotta epi' in this paper
Whole lotta
Whole lotta pressure and new flavors
Whole lotta, whole lotta sticks
I don't do safety
Whole lotta horses in here, I did two-eighty
She wanna be my lil' buddy, my throat baby
She proved herself
She just sent the opps' location
This shit that pack, I do not do negotiatin'
My circle small 'cause these
Niggas be two-faced
Whole lotta, whole lotta foreigns in my name
Slid on that boy, we just hit him
Got good aim
Cashed out at Wafi, I bought me a new chain
Cashed out at Johnny
He made me like four rings
Whole lot of hash, I be usin' that butane
Whole lotta, whole lotta vibes
I'm the new wave
Whole lotta hundreds inside of my bookbag
Count up a hundred while rockin' a durag
I paid a lil' ticket
Don't look at the price tag
Gave her the D, now she callin' me right back
She hit my flavor, she almost done collapsed
If we took it from you
Then you can't get shit back
Said I wouldn't trap no more
I had to relapse like to feel safe so I
Walked in with two straps
Them hitters with me, they just shoot
They do not rap
Made so much this week from the trap
I might quit rap

Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Bust it open, yeah, you know that a ho gotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Who want the 'za? 'Cause you know
That I do got it
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Dior on me, I walk in, I'm a showstopper
Whole lotta
Whole lotta handguns and new choppers
Whole lotta
Whole lotta pop-ups and new shoppers

Whole lotta foreigns backed in the garage
(Woah)
Whole lotta choppers on us when we mob (Hey)
Whole lotta Chrome Hearts, whole lotta Goyard
(yeah)
Nigga, I buy coupes like go-karts (Yoom)
She gave me head in
Traffic, I almost crashed, i had to go park
(Hold up)
I lit my blunt up, turned the music up
And told her don't stop (Woo)
How many times I spent five
Hundred with the plug? Nigga, a lot
(A lot) she said she fucked who? Said
She fucked me? Man, that lil' bitch a lie
(She flodgin') her cousin' used to hold them
Bags for me in 2005 (Uh)
Lil' dude 'nem in that truck behind me
Can't wait to bust that fire (Bah)
I got a whole lot of niggas that'll come
And get fifty of 'em every month
And some niggas don't care about nothin' but
Keepin' fifty rounds on they gun
I'm from where you can't trust your own bitch
And you better watch your day ones
I'm from where you can't trust your own bitch
And you better watch your day ones

Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Bust it open, yeah, you know that a ho gotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Who want the 'za? 'Cause you know
That I do got it
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Dior on me, I walk in, I'm a showstopper
Whole lotta
Whole lotta handguns and new choppers
Whole lotta
Whole lotta pop-ups and new shoppers

Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta