Whole Lotta lyrics

[Intro]
Sonic

[Verse 1]
I'm in the studio with killers smoking Cookies
And when I'm deep inside that pus*y it get mushy
And she got caught with the swipes I had some rookie
Label me a kingpin, feds tryna book me
And I need 30 for a show, you try to book me
And I be watching for the hoes say they love me
And I be watching for the n*ggas say they love me
Say they love me
Grew up in the trenches with no leader
Balenciagas, not no Reebok
She said she want her tummy tucked, I told her detox
Walked inside Gucci, spent 200 for these socks
They'll stab you in your back, that's a backstab
Judge give you twenty years off your background
And you can't pay your lawyers 'cause your guys clowns
When a n*gga play with my gang, that sh*t man down
When your homie on that stand, put your head down
You be saying in your head, "Put your hand down"
See, the opps be on my di*k, I turned them fans now
Get the whole hood rich, that's the plan now

[Pre-Chorus]
On a whole lotta gang sh*t, yeah
And a n*gga can't change sh*t, yeah
And I ride for who I came with, yeah
And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah
[Chorus]
Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
Whole lotta killers, killers, killers, killers, killers
Whole lotta shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters
Whole lotta b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
(Whole lotta)

[Verse 2]
You ever got snaked by your day one?
I heard them killers on my ass, he ain't say nothing
And I was chewing on them Perkys 'til my pain gone
And that day that boy got shot, I wish he stayed home
This rap sh*t who'd have thought I'd get paid off it?
I remember OG going to the head office
And we'd sell our food stamps and get paid off it
He tried that dope and then he turned into a J off it
n*ggas say they talk behind my back, I say they stay talking
Police want me down bad, tried to charge for jaywalking
My little homie went outside, let them n*ggas take from him
'Fore the n*ggas go outside I can't put my face on it

[Pre-Chorus]
On a whole lotta gang sh*t, yeah
And a n*gga can't change sh*t, yeah
And I ride for who I came with, yeah
And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah
[Chorus]
Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
Whole lotta killers, killers, killers, killers, killers
Whole lotta shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters, shooters
Whole lotta b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
(Whole lotta)