"WHOLE LOTTA" lyrics

[Damedot:]
(Michigan Meech)
Are you in the Mafia?
(Rell On The Track)
Ayy

I got a whole lot of money, a whole lot of problems
If I get mad, it ain't no question, get a whole lot of choppers
These chains I got on worth a whole lot of dollars (Ice, ice, ice)
I won't chase no bitch, I'm out here chasin' a whole lot of commas (Fuck no, Am I in the what?)
Way too many backstabbings, whole lot of let-me-downs

Tell bro I'm in the house, hit my phone when that Act' around
I don't want supression, I'm in love with that fappin' sound
My bro don't do no hair, but if I tell him, he gon' part his scalp
Nigga, I can't even complain 'cause I'm blessed ('Cause I'm blessed)
Only time I sip lean these days when a nigga stressed
Bitch, shut your baldhead ass up, ho, your shit a mess (Shut the fuck up)
You gon' need a bulletproof hat, you ain't gon' need a vest
Bitch, I got a whole lot of dick, you gon' need some help (Mwah)
He don't need a whole lot of fent' 'cause he gon' need some milk
'Sace store higher than a bitch, I just need some silk (I'm blowed)
Put a bad bitch in Saks fifth, I just need a belt
Sometimes it's good to look in the mirror just to see yourself
It ain't good to try to be these niggas, boy, be yourself (Just be you)
Bitch, I'm pretty sure my dick ain't gon' eat itself
Coolant on the AR so that bitch don't gotta heat itself

I got a whole lot of money, a whole lot of problems
If I get mad, it ain't no question, get a whole lot of choppers
These chains I got on worth a whole lot of dollars (Ice, ice, ice)
I won't chase no bitch, I'm out here chasin' a whole lot of commas (Fuck no)
Way too many backstabbings, whole lot of let-me-downs
Walk straight in through the back with the blicky, they ain't pat me down
I'll pull up and shoot one of you niggas like I'm Kogoloud
Brownskin bitch, pretty teeth, look like Coco Jones

[Yung Reef:]
Got a whole lot of options
He Yeezy, so I beat his ass for talkin' out of pocket
It's normal, everybody got a gun, now you gotta watch 'em
Shown be hard, but if I love you when you cross me, gotta drop you
Could've got a whole lot, now I don't give a fuck about you
A lot of this, a lot of that
Designer money and the power
You gon' have to sacrifice 'cause every day another problem
I'm just tryna get some money, every day another thousand
Whole lot of people wanna eat so they depend on me
Hustlin' with my mag niggas broad day, he got the switch on him
My shoes made dirty and I spent some dogshit on 'em
Whole lot of bitches in this room, I can't even pick from 'em
Need a bitch to brighten up my mood
Always had haters, all the fights back in school
If you real, keep it real, ain't got a whole lot of rules
You only got one time, ain't no excuses you can use

[Damedot:]
I got a whole lot of money, a whole lot of problems
If I get mad, it ain't no question, get a whole lot of choppers
These chains I got on worth a whole lot of dollars (Ice, ice, ice)
I won't chase no bitch, I'm out here chasin' a whole lot of commas (Fuck no)
Way too many backstabbings, whole lot of let-me-downs
Walk straight in through the back with the blicky, they ain't pat me down
I'll pull up and shoot one of you niggas like I'm Kogoloud
Brownskin bitch, pretty teeth, look like Coco Jones (Mwah)