​twikipedia - ​lottery lyrics

Delta, delta, delta
That boy broke, he tryna win the lottery
And they see my name, and they copy me
This is real money, not Monopoly
Told that bitch that there
Ain't no stopping me
Tryna be yourself, but you a wannabe, woah
Maison Margiela designin' my (Clothes)
But you know how it goes

I bailed myself out, come get back your swag
Bitch
And I can't pronounce who made this sweater
It's not average
Give a fuck 'bout that cloning
Shit, I'm not your dad, bitch
But maybe that shit the reason
That I'm first, you last, bitch
And I win, I win, I win, bitch
I'm a rockstar with that fit
And these waxed jeans come from Rick
Like I'm in a band, got drums with the stick
That boy is too lame, he not coming in
Bitch, you not TJ, three shots and I win
Nah, matter of fact, two shots, and you out
Piss in your gravestone, and I'm out (Oh)
We count fucking co-commas
Y-You not up like this, put it on your momma
And everything I touch: millions
Like I painted Mona (Oh)

That boy broke, he tryna win the lottery
And they see my name, and they copy me
This is real money, not Mono
Told that bitch that there
Ain't no stopping me
Tryna be yourself, but you a wannabe, woah
Maison Margiela designin' my (Clothes)
B-But you know how it goes

And I'm back
B-B-Back then, had nobody with me
I'ma-I'ma-I'ma get this money up
I'ma stack it to the ceiling
And I got a pretty lil' bitch
They asking me how I'm feeling
(How you feel?) Nah, fuck all that
You know I feel great
'Cause I told my grandma
"You don't gotta worry"
"'Bout the lottery, none of that shit"
I'll touch a million before I turn thirty
And that's on my life in this bitch
If you tryna go up, better hurry
'Cause when I'm up, then that's it
I'm making plays
He still playing the lottery
You know damn well that he sick

(That boy broke, he tryna win the lottery)
(Trying, trying, trying, but still can't win)
(Trying, trying, trying, but still can't win)
(Trying, trying, trying, but still can't win)
(Trying, trying, trying, but still can't win)