Akon - Whole Lot (Remix) lyrics

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(Hook)

This life that i live can cost you a whole lot

You can come get a brick, this could cost you a whole lot

The designer I'm in, they cost me a whole lot

You don't know what it is, it just cost me a whole lot

I don't buy a car, I go by the whole lot

I don't trip on no broad, cuz I got a whole lot

If we're talking respect, then I got a whole lot

I done ran up a check, now I got a whole lot

Dig get ain't real, cuz the life that I live

It'll cost yo ass a whole lot

You know what it is, nigga say you want a brick

It'll cost yo ass a whole lot

Nah, I don't buy a car, nigga, I go by the whole lot

Why would I trip on no broad, when I got a whole lot?

Whole lot, whole lot, boy I got a whole lot

Whole lot, whole lot, me, I got a whole lot

Whole lot, whole lot, yeah I got a whole lot

Whole lot, whole lot, whole lotta bitches and a whole lotta money

(Verse)

Raw nigga in the bill spot

Shaq-ed up with the dough locked

In the kitchen, I was steady slow top

Skeet skeet, try it with me, wipe a whole block

Look, momma, now a nigga run a whole block

All day till the dope came

Look, a live nigga talkin' these girls what

I deserve a knot piece and a gold chain

Whachya lookin' at? What the fuck is you lookin' at?!

Nigga, I'm lookin' like money, my nigga, you lookin' back

I been stuntin' on yo bitch, but I swear I don't want 'er

She don't even know me, but she gon' blow me, just like marijuana

I live my life like a stoner, sippin' so much grenadine that I might need a doughnut

Yo bitch done gave me a bonner, but why she all on me?

She want me, I swear I don't want her

She said I got a whole lotta d, whole lotta d, whole lotta dick

I told her suck it a whole lotta spit, whole lotta spit, whole lotta spit

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Solo Lucci)

I got a whole lotta money, whole lotta honey

Whole lotta this, whole lotta that

I got a whole lotta swag, so I got a whole lotta hoe

With a whole lotta ass

I done took it with the bad, got a whole lotta cake

Young nigga don't know how to ask

I got a whole lotta gear, young nigga pressin' dead

Back and stick him in a body bag

I could do some tricks ova this stove top

And you can bring the Henny with the soda

Skeet skeet! I'm just tryna get some more bus

Fuck around and wipped me up a Rover

Get reckless in 'em Rarries, we play in 'em Porsches

Look how loaded, it's like a ranch with all these fuckin' horses

Got a Coupe then light the roof so I had to divorce it

Man, I'm killin' these niggas, this shit here is torture

Hoooh! Hoooh!

(Hook)