Lotta Money lyrics

[Intro: Offset, Block 125 & Young Thug]
Ay, Migos
(Zaytoven)
Metro Boomin want some more n*gga

[Chorus: Offset]
Whole lotta money, whole lotta b*tches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta riches
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit
Whole lotta money, whole lotta b*tches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta riches
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit

[Verse 1: Offset]
I heard you n*gga broke that's a shame-shame-shame
Picasso Margiela, it got the paint-paint-paint
4000 dollars for a dinosaur (?)
40,000 for a Rollie, plain jane
When I walk in this bit' I need b*tches that know my name
If you reachin' for my chain I hit you with the chopper, bang
I hit these b*tches from the back, I smack her like I'm pootie-tang
Dabbing in Balenciaga make orangutan
I got babies in the kitchen, babies in the living room
Molly if you want to take a flight out to the moon
Get in that pus*y, beat the pus*y like Shang Tsung
Me and Block hitting two b*tches, the same room
I was trapping all night, all way to noon
We are not the same, we are not like you
They talking all that popping n*gga is you bullet proof?
I just f*cked your b*tch, I put that b*tch up on the booth
She don't know about a n*gga, paper keep her out the loop
f*cking b*tches by the three or f*ck 'em by the deuce
I don't f*ck with you n*ggas, you and 12 in cahoots
Don't eat from these b*tches, mama said they put roots
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, never show a n*gga where you mama head lay
A-K, K-K-K, white in my kitchen like the KKK
[Chorus: Offset]
Whole lotta money, whole lotta b*tches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta riches
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit
Whole lotta money, whole lotta b*tches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta riches
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit

[Verse 2: Block 125]
Pull up in the (?), bring the Maybach back
All white motherf*cker with the Kel (?) Tec
I'm the young n*gga with 100 percent
(?) still trap out the fence
Bricks and the bails, I'm the candy man
Got a real plug n*gga, yeah we have it now
Kept it real with the street now I'm a millionaire
Got b*tches in foreigns, they everywhere
Might pull up in the trenches in a (?) Jeep
Smoking on cookie with a brick on the seat
F&N holding up the DNG
Young rich n*gga, yeah they rocking with me
I might pull up on the plug with a half a ticket
Order 37 bricks, tell him get back with him
Tryna sell a (?)
(?) out the pot if you know how to spend it
I was in the trap all night working my moves
Said a n*gga bout to (?) crack the dog food
Jump straight out I done (?)
Caught my first plug for a couple hundred or two
Went straight to the lot and cashed out the coupe
Spent the other seven on some whooptie-whoops
Show love to the hood like the gangsters do
n*gga I'm used to money, what I'm supposed to do?
[Chorus: Offset]
Whole lotta money, whole lotta b*tches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta riches
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit
Whole lotta money, whole lotta b*tches
Whole lotta cars, whole lotta riches
I'm the one that put your ho up on a mission
Yeah I got your main thing blowing kisses
Lift the doors on the Lambo', hit the switch
I got the .40 on me haul around a biscuit