Lotto Max (feat. ChoZen)

I might get pulled over, wanna see how fast the whip go I go out to foreign shut it down up in the disco If I won the lotto max, what I'm gonna switch for Brody be like, how you hella rich, still moving bricks for All about the money and the music and the bros If we talking money and the music got a fistful Homie, get to talking, out of turn I got a pistol How it get so hot up in the summer that my wrist froze How it get so hot up in the summer that my dog missed the next two summers Gotta stay low, OPP tryna hunt us I'ma keep it G, I'ma keep it honest Double A M gang, gang, keep the 40 on us Trapper turned rapper, never was a gunner I could be your plug now, started off a runner Brown paper cash, yeah, we stack it by the hundred Diamonds all wet, trap house doing numbers Name another rapper going dumb, I'm going dumber Homie had his chance, now I'm back, what a bummer Ain't no other rapper moving sicker with the flows Still the same Tony, but I'm switching up the tones More money, more bricks, and I get it for the lows Music make me money, I still get it for the bros Rules of the road, and I'm sticking to the code Shawty wanna tie me down, but I'm sticking with my hoes I might get pulled over wanna see how fast the whip go I go out to foreign shut it down up in the disco If I won the lotto max, what I'm gonna switch for Brody be like, how you hella rich, still moving bricks for All about the money and the music and the bros If we talking money and the music got a fistful Homie get to talking, out of turn I got a pistol How it get so hot up in the summer, that my wrist froze If I won the lotto max why I gotta switch up Looking like money, think it's time for a picture Bitches look at me, I do my dance, this is not TikTok Cops out in the city, need that pack, need a pit stop Unorthodox, how I move, that's my crip walk Talking nice, I should go laugh, I let the stick talk And over there, that little shawty looking, tickazz You should come back to the telly with my niccas We getting lit, we outside shit, brick Hold a pistol strong, big barrel, shit, kick Stars in the ceiling looking down, I'm getting neckazz I just play the cut when you see me, but I look like head honcho Might as well go call me head honChoz And you should listen when I'm telling how it's gon' go I see you looking over there, little shawty, come close And when I hit the lotto, we gon' call Tonez I might get pulled over, wanna see how fast the whip go I go out to foreign shut it down up in the disco If I won the lotto max, what I'm gonna switch for Brody be like, how you hella rich, still moving bricks for All about the money and the music and the bros If we talking money and the music got a fistful Homie get to talkin out of turn I got a pistol, how it get so hot up in the summer that my wrist froze