JT THE BIGGA FIGGA - A Lot Of Dat lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
I mean when you put… niggas with lil Mexico
.. Zone 6, Zone 1, West Coast, hey!
I bounced in a car with a lot of money, yep
Duffle bag filled up with till my tummy
Rock on my lap, I’m feeling good (why?)
Just made a play in your neighborhood (OK!)
Deeping to that city, yep
Bounced out on..
Money gramming on… my confirmation say locking low
Passed worst, stay linked in
Every word from my ink pen
Bought my bitch that pink Benz
So she can ride with them…
I told yeah, aha, aha!
Love game, morning good, men.. can go to shit,
Death row, but I’m on the hood, yeah!
Death row, but my homies at
Sending love I’m sending back big money, big stacks.
Baby momma, they’re bringing packs!
Hook:
Yeah, I already know, we got a whole lot
Foreign cup, paper tale, we’re going for a throb
Club night, VIP, we pop a lot of bottles (don’t clame)
Hotel, live before with a lot of mobs.
Money, drugs, you know we keep a lot of ‘em
Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lot of ‘em (whatever)
Guns, haters, you know we keep a lot of ‘em (let go)
Bowling, flex never hit the lot of ‘em!
Money, cars, girls, got a lot of that (free bandz)
Disrespect free bandz, you just shot for that (stay calm!)
Give a fuck, what’s wrong with it? You can’t bring it back (no!
You know dope boy rules when you’re selling crack (aha)
You wanna be a boss, gotta be humble (be humble!)
..gonna try not to fumble
The remix bricks I got all it (remix!)
That foe foe money blue a lot of that (count up)!
Got a couple ..about the boat..
Lived for ten in the hood and I ain’t on the block
It feels good when you’re winning and you’re on top (winning)
Street education, yeah, I’ve got a lot! (let’s go!)
Hook:
Yeah, I already know, we got a whole lot
Foreign cup, paper tale, we’re going for a throb
Club night, VIP, we pop a lot of bottles (don’t clame)
Hotel, live before with a lot of mobs.
Money, drugs, you know we keep a lot of ‘em
Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lot of ‘em (whatever)
Guns, haters, you know we keep a lot of ‘em (let go)
Bowling, flex never hit the lot of ‘em!
The nigga try to play me for the whole bundle
I ran a nickel package so the nigga fumble
He never understood how the streets connected
A… never disrespect me!
Run a plan, don’t understand
Yeah, nigga I’m over you!
Same thing that opium do
Nigga, billion dollars I’m smoking…
Cush packs, eliminate when that… stay
Standing on that corner, man
We got boy coming with that money plan!
It’s fee, yeah, Panemera whipping at
Turbo, foe ass, yeah nigga clipping at
Jumped out that lane, pushed out with that big bag
Talked to my young nigga, he came up with that red flag
That blue flag, that black flag!
Hook:
Yeah, I already know, we got a whole lot
Foreign cup, paper tale, we’re going for a throb
Club night, VIP, we pop a lot of bottles (don’t clame)
Hotel, live before with a lot of mobs.
Money, drugs, you know we keep a lot of ‘em
Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lot of ‘em (whatever)
Guns, haters, you know we keep a lot of ‘em (let go)
Bowling, flex never hit the lot of ‘em!
