WHOLE LOTTA MONEY
 作词 : Bianca Landrau/Rodrick Doss Jr./Tee Romano/London Jae
 作曲 : Bianca Landrau/Rodrick Doss Jr./Tee Romano/London Jae
It's a whole lotta money in this mother****er (Bia, Bia)
It's a whole lotta money in this mother****er
And we can't be around no broke shit, that broke shit get old
And we can't be around no hoe shit, these hoes get too bold
I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coup white, just to match with my toes
Yeah
I can't wear the shit you bitches wear cause it's cheap to me
It's some money at my table, grab a seat with me
Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees
I don't hang with jealous bitches, that's a weak disease
Hoe don't run up
If you broke and in my business, then just shut up
I invested in my body bitch, I'm done up
I look good, I like to **** him when the sun up
I put on my jewellery just to go to the bodega
And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer
Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Botega
Bitch I'm getting money, give a **** about a hater
It's a whole lotta money in this mother****er
It's a whole lotta money in this mother****er
And we can't be around no broke shit, that broke shit get old
And we can't be around no hoe shit, these hoes get too bold
I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coup white, just to match with my toes
White on white Bentley
Trunk out the engine
Hoe tryna get near me
Bitch, stay up outta my mentions
Birkin bag got plenty
Twenty racks and Fendi
Got time for these messy hoes in my bussiness, I ain't with it
Got right now, not next
Need M's on all of my checks
Don't worry 'bout who I text
Just know it ain't my ex
Lotta rich niggas in here
No bitch niggas in here
When the pack landed and a check clear, and then that's what you hear
I put on my jewellery just to go to the bodega
And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer
Fendi on my body but my feet is in Botega
Bitch I'm getting money, give a **** about a hater
There's a whole lotta money in this mother****er
There's a whole lotta money in this mother****er
And we can't be around no that broke shit, that broke shit get old
And we can't be around no hoe shit, the hoe get too bold
I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
I might paint my coup bright, just to match with my toes