Whole Lotta

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh Whole lotta, whole lotta bands Whole lotta, whole lotta racks I gotta whole lotta wads I got a whole lotta cash I gotta whole lot of people that tryna be friends They gon' stab me in the back I gotta whole lot of shooters They ready on go, I had to tell 'em relax I gotta hunnid lil' bands, they right in the trap Fuck it, I'm runnin' it back I put that bitch in the back of the Caddy, yeah She getting dirty and nasty I know you broke and that really is tragic, yeah Your little chain made of plastic Talk on the 'gram, he act like he wildin', yeah Toolie gon' aim at your noggin I just wan' get to the bag, give fuck bout a college You on the 'gram, you acting like you is the man I need you to stop it Whatever you think, you is not it The drank, it got me hypnotic I went and got me a grand, and ran up a bag Go shopping at Follies I gotta trust in the process 'Cause that's what I'm supposed to do Heard you pulled up to my show I didn't even notice you Heard you was calling my phone I didn't even know it was you I bet you never would know If I had to go to you Baby, I been feeling low New drop in, got pack for the low (what, what) All the shit you did I wanna know (know, come on) Why you leaving me for? I wanna go (I wanna go, yeah) Whole lotta, whole lotta bands Whole lotta, whole lotta racks I gotta whole lotta wads I got a whole lotta cash I gotta whole lot of people that tryna be friends They gon' stab me in the back I gotta whole lot of shooters They ready on go, I had to tell 'em relax I gotta hunnid lil' bands, they right in the trap Fuck it, I'm runnin' it back I put that bitch in the back of the Caddy, yeah She getting dirty and nasty I know you broke and that really is tragic, yeah Your little chain made of plastic Talk on the 'gram, he act like he wildin', yeah Toolie gon' aim at your noggin (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)