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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Ledee
Bobby Ledee
Songwriter
Corey McGinnis
Corey McGinnis
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Same ones, they ones who I hang with
Family, close friends, I don't play with
Don't switch, stick together, we be with the same clique
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Same ones, they ones, who why?
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Lotta people, be around me, what's the reason?
Think about it, it's real love, only need a thousand
It's no room, can't you see it's crowded?
We from the hood, now we about it
If you gon' do it, better be about it
Ask the whole gang, you know we about it
Lotta money comin', we gon' keep it poppin' (yeah)
I'm feelin' like fuck a house need a island (fuck a house need a island)
Yeah, as far as my mama, I'ma keep it smilin' (mama up)
Yeah, as far as my ****, whole team get diamonds (whole team get diamonds)
Just to make sure all my **** shinin'
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Same ones, they ones who I hang with
Family, close friends, I don't play with
Don't switch, stick together, we be with the same clique
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Same ones, they ones, who why?
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
My **** ridin' with four choppers
If you get hit you need your doctor
I don't think you really want drama
See, I hit the stage like a showstopper
Just got me the panties from your mama
And she treat a **** like Obama
We chillin', we fuckin', we smoke ganja
We keep us a pound of twists
She ain't know a **** put it down like this
Hundreds told me none of them counterfeit
Don't believe me come count this shit
They told me I would amount to shit
But I climbed to the top where the mountains is
Chill in the hill get a house and shit
If it's bounce that count then we out this bitch
You either go go home or go harder
I was dumb, I'm so smarter
Got it wet with no water
Still drive my old Charger
Owned drum with holes holler
I'm tryna get me more dollars
I only had me four dollars
Now we ballin like a globe charter
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Same ones, they ones who I hang with
Family, close friends, I don't play with
Don't switch, stick together, we be with the same clique
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Same ones, they ones, who why?
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta
Written by: Bobby Ledee, Corey McGinnis
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