Hit the Lotto lyrics

[Intro]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus]
I don't wanna f*ck no rat, I want a model
No, you can't hit my mud, b*tch, here's a bottle
I know you see me shinin', n*ggas think I hit the lotto
I'm really all gas, I know you see me on the trottle
I don't wanna f*ck no rat, I want a model
No, you can't hit my mud, b*tch, here's a bottle
I know you see me shinin', n*ggas think I hit the lotto
I'm really all gas, I know you see me on the trottle

[Verse 1]
I'm really all gas, I know you see me on the trottle
Neck and wrist broke, n*ggas think I hit the lotto
This a fully auto 'cause these bums want my gold
I'll never let a broke b*tch near my dough
I'll never let a dumb b*tch go through my phone
Police-ass n*gga need to stay away from my homies
I ain't nevеr, ever left thе house without my .40
Dead presidents with me, I ain't here by my lonely
I ain't tryna hear nan n*gga talkin' 'bout I owe him
Better get your homies off my comments 'fore I blow 'em
I can't tell the time, lil' n*gga, 'cause my watch glowin'
Diamonds goin' crazy, schizophrenic, they bipolar
[Chorus]
I don't wanna f*ck no rat, I want a model
No, you can't hit my mud, b*tch, here's a bottle
I know you see me shinin', n*ggas think I hit the lotto
I'm really all gas, I know you see me on the trottle
I don't wanna f*ck no rat, I want a model
No, you can't hit my mud, b*tch, here's a bottle
I know you see me shinin', n*ggas think I hit the lotto
I'm really all gas, I know you see me on the trottle

[Verse 2]
I'm always in the front, so these n*ggas wanna follow
di*k in her throat so far I made her gargle
Fly young n*gga, b*tches thinkin' I'm a model
I'm slidin' in a foreign and you slidin' in a Tahoe?
Don't get it f*cked up, my youngest n*ggas not broke
Flash on any b*tch that wanna sit up on my pole
Spent about a ten-piece at Neimans on my clothes
I don't want no broke ass b*tch up in my zone
He gon' need more than some dough to get up what I'm on
I don't wanna hear about no n*ggas that's my clones
I don't need no b*tch, can do bad by my lonely
I can't last a week in the streets without my codeine

[Chorus]
I don't wanna f*ck no rat, I want a model
No, you can't hit my mud, b*tch, here's a bottle
I know you see me shinin', n*ggas think I hit the lotto
I'm really all gas, I know you see me on the trottle
I don't wanna f*ck no rat, I want a model
No, you can't hit my mud, b*tch, here's a bottle
I know you see me shinin', n*ggas think I hit the lotto
I'm really all gas, I know you see me on the trottle
[Verse 3]
n*gga hate the Plug 'cause I really am a problem
Reach for my gold, he gon' end up in a coffin
f*ck a n*gga b*tch 'cause she think a n*gga awesome
To get your homie blood off your shirt, gon' need some Awesome
Drakeo a millionaire, but the streets gon' under boss him
n*ggas wanna rob us 'cause we always out here flossin'
Blowin' hella bands, we ain't worryin' 'bout what it's costin'
Nerds in my DM, 'cause his b*tch I'm always doggin'
Police-ass n*ggas in my business playin' possum
Get your ass stripped for your grams, you on that soft sh*t
You'll get flipped, we ain't really with all that talkin'
You need to free the b*tch, need to quit it with all that hoggin'