"Whole Lotta" lyrics

(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)

[Money Man:]
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 SB in this paper
Whole lotta, whole lotta pressure and new flavors
Whole lotta, whole lotta sticks, I don't do safety
The whole lotta horses in here, I did two-eighty
She wanna be my lil' buddy, my throat baby
She pulled his cell, she just sent out his 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

[Young Dolph:]
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

[Money Man:]
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