"A Lot Of Em" lyrics

(Uh)
(Federal, federal, federal, federal)
Yeah
I ain't seen this shit comin', you know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah, haha)
You ain't 'posed to, though (Nope)
(DMacTooBangin, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy)

Wanna talk money bags, bitch, I got a lot of 'em
(Got a lot of 'em, lot of 'em)
Whole bunch of guns and bitches, bitch, I got a lot of 'em
(Yeah, he got a lot of 'em, lot of 'em)
Whole bunch of foreign cars, bitch, I got a lot of 'em
(He got a lot of 'em, nigga)
Whole bunch of foreign broads, bet I got a lot of 'em

Ayy, lot of 'em, lot of 'em (Haters)
I got a lot of 'em (I got a lot of them)
A lot of 'em, a lot of 'em (Hoes)
I got a lot of 'em (And I ain't runnin' up out of 'em)
A lot of 'em, lot of 'em (Bands)
I got a lot of 'em (I got so many of these millions, man)
A lot of 'em, a lot of 'em (Guns)
I got a lot of 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Once in Prague, got a lot of 'em
Fuck the robbers, I had shouted on 'em
Moneybagg keep a lot of 'em (Pff)
Young nigga keep a lot on 'em (Woo)
Chain a hundred, that's a car (Thirties)
Get him hit, pull the watch on 'em (Ballin')
Goon cheap, I got a lot of 'em
Niggas real, I got a lot of 'em
Bitch bad, I got the father
Fuck with me, she gotta swallow
Fuck with me, I get your hair done
I'ma pull that shit from the back up
G-Got the city mad, nigga's gossipin', I don't give a fuck, though
Got my millions up, guns up, nigga, like, what up, though?
Got choppers on choppers (Choppers)
Boy, I used to run with the robbers (Robbers)
Catch him be fuckin' them pontils (Pontils)
I don't believe in the gossip (Can't do it)
I-I don't believe in the gossip (Gossip)
Tip out the whip, goin' flossin' (Flossin')
Jump out the crib, go and floss it (Floss)
Two or three mill', what it cost me? (Ayy)

Wanna talk money bags, bitch, I got a lot of 'em
(Lot of 'em, lot of 'em)
Whole bunch of guns and bitches, bitch, I got a lot of 'em
(Yeah, he got a lot of 'em, lot of 'em)
Whole bunch of foreign cars, bitch, I got a lot of 'em
(He got a lot of 'em, nigga)
Whole bunch of foreign broads, bet I got a lot of 'em

Ayy, lot of 'em, lot of 'em (Haters)
I got a lot of 'em (I got a lot of them)
A lot of 'em, a lot of 'em (Hoes)
I got a lot of 'em (And I ain't runnin' up out of 'em)
A lot of 'em, lot of 'em (Bands)
I got a lot of 'em (I got so many of these millions, man)
A lot of 'em, a lot of 'em (Guns)
I got a lot of 'em (Hey, hey, yeah)

Wanna talk money, okay, let's do it (Ayy, let's do it, my nigga)
Chest like okay, see, I blew it (Hey, I just blew this shit)
A hundred bands ain't nothin' to me, that's small (I'm talkin' PWG)
With the cheese (Yeah), and the 'Wop, nigga, I ball (Swish)
Hey (Hey), my house is a small mall (Hey)
It ain't my fault you get lost, dawg (Where you go, yo? Haha)
Your bitch is a freak food
When she on my dick, she get lockjaw (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I just fuck and get rid of 'em (Rid of 'em)
I ain't with havin' ho' problems (No)
Foreign shoes, I got a lot of 'em (Stylin')
These got red on the bottom (Plug walkin')
I'm makin' some noise, my main bitch for it
I'm full of that—, oh, a lot of that—, oh (Bagg's in here)
Niggas is talkin' a lot, won't let off a shot (No)
Oh, act on that nigga, deserve 'em a woman (Baow)
I put ice on my watch off of show money (Yeah)
Lot of trips, that get up and go money (Well)
Threw a lot of cash, this is not my stash (Bitch)
Had his mouth open, like The Scream, man (Hey, hey, hey)

Wanna talk money bags, bitch, I got a lot of 'em
(Got a lot of 'em, lot of 'em)
Whole bunch of guns and bitches, bitch, I got a lot of 'em
(Yeah, he got a lot of 'em, lot of 'em)
Whole bunch of foreign cars, bitch, I got a lot of 'em
(He got a lot of 'em, nigga)
Whole bunch of foreign broads, bet I got a lot of 'em

Ayy, lot of 'em, lot of 'em (Haters)
I got a lot of 'em (I got a lot of them)
A lot of 'em, a lot of 'em (Hoes)
I got a lot of 'em (And I ain't runnin' up out of 'em)
A lot of 'em, lot of 'em (Bands)
I got a lot of 'em (I got so many of these millions, man)
A lot of 'em, a lot of 'em (Guns)
I got a lot of 'em (Hey)