Lotta That (feat. A$AP Ferg & Danny Seth)

Talkin' 'bout whiskey bottles

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout skinny models

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout groupie chicks

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout lucid trips

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

I got a lot of hoes all up on my dick

I got a lot of O's all up on my check

And yeah that loud ass tree

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Bad chicks, you wanna smoke with me?

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Yeah, I get a lot of checks and yeah, I have a lot of sex

And labels know I got up next

Yeah, she knows she got the best

I got her when she got undressed

I nutted all across her chest

I don't even gotta flex, I never do respond to texts

And now she went and got obsessed

Y'all are jus the hottest mess

You're simple,  you are not complex

I'm sorry, I am not impressed

Back on my bullshit again

I'm having way too much fun

I'm in a section with seven Kate Mosses around me

I swear I can't only touch one

Whiskey, no rum

I gave her something to rub on her gum and her face just went numb

Still going dumb 'cause I know where I'm from

Bruh, bruh, I speak that bay area tongue

Talkin' 'bout whiskey bottles

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout skinny models

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout groupie chicks

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout lucid trips

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

I got a lot of hoes all up on my dick

I got a lot of O's all up on my check

And yeah that loud ass tree

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Bad chicks, you wanna smoke with me?

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Alcohol and weed, really anything you need

Best believe we got a lotta that

Studio, we're hella purp

I just put in hella work

Now look at where it got us at

Heard you got some new shit coming

Friends are all like, shoot me somethin'

Homie when you droppin' that?

Maybe I could be the biggest

Rapper workin' in the business

Wait, I never though of that

Just take a look at the scores

I put numbers up on the boards

I'm in a section with models

And you're at the bar tryna get at a cluster of fours

When that bottle pours I just keep drinkin' it straight

And get faded and pass out on floors

Homies like, bro, that's my girl, what the fuck are you doin'?

Oops, ain't know that was yours

Talkin' 'bout whiskey bottles

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout skinny models

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout groupie chicks

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout lucid trips

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

I got a lot of hoes all up on my dick

I got a lot of O's all up on my check

And yeah that loud ass tree

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Bad chicks, you wanna smoke with me?

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

I, I just shitted on you

Probably licking your honey like Winnie the Pooh

Knock you on the ground then I'm liftin' my boot

He get beat like Timbaland's head is my group

These ain't Louboutin but there's red on my shoe

'Cause I let the Ruger fly like a pelican do

This rapper shit light, I'm tellin'  you, dude

When I flow, **** drown on Jell-O canoes

Better love your algebra and your decimals too

'Cause you square motherfuckers can't mess with my crew

Your bitch on my dick and her lesbian boo

They kiss on the dick, I caress on the boobs

Now I'm just decidin' what R Kelly'll do

Just pissed on that bitch, filled her belly with juice

Then I made lemonade from my testicle, boo

That's what a **** get when you testin' my crew

Talkin' 'bout whiskey bottles

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout skinny models

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout groupie chicks

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout lucid trips

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Man, I got a lotta bitches

All up on my dick and down it

Can I suck you off is all I'm really used to hearing

Call me mister greedy 'cause I'm not the top chairman

And I'm always seein' doubles

So my bitches come in pairs and

They tryna fuck with me

On my white girl, sniffin' Britney

They never used to notice, now they diggin' me

Reverse Gerald's name 'cause I get 'em Eazy-G

Fat boy talkin' out of turn

My brothers leave you sleepin' in an urn

Yeah, I've had a lotta sex

And yeah, we count a lotta checks

I'm countin' so much paper till my fuckin' fingers hurt

Swear it's deaded off to be so hurry, bring a hearse

Holler at my manager, it's taken for reverse

That's why I'm fillin' up these empty duffle bags with features

Don't come around my presence with your mother's empty purse

Talkin' 'bout whiskey bottles

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout skinny models

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout groupie chicks

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Talkin' 'bout lucid trips

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that

Gotta lotta, lotta, lotta that