Lotto

(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't

Let yo bitch go, nigga)

If I get the bag to you, can you move it?

I don't really think you can

You type of nigga to lose it

Better start thinking with yo head 'fore

You lose it

Had to slow down on the lean 'cause

Sometimes I can abuse it

Bitch looking for love, that ain't me

I'm not Cupid if you believed anything I

Said then you stupid

It is what it is, bitch

Don't come up with illusions

Kept it a hundred with you

So it ain't no confusions

Everybody tote the strap

Is you gon' use it?

Shit get real in these streets and

It depend on how you moving

You could take off like a rocket if

You get the bag in Houston

Trapping ain't dead, these niggas scared

That's what I'm proving

But I'll leave the streets alone if I

Could make it with this music

Until then, I'm quarterbacking plays

Aaron Rodgers i'm a cheesehead

Been getting money since a toddler

Trap report card, got all A's, bitch

I'm a scholar dedicated to the game

They say I got it from my father

Open up yo new lane

I would love to do the honors

Spot banging off the hinges

Can't close, no, we McDonald's

So much money in the house

They all thought we hit the lotto

Thought we hit the lotto ayy

Ayy ayy, ShittyBoyz

Chuck Liddell with the Visas, every punch hit

Fuck FIFA

I'll kick her out if she don't suck dick

Brought the bag back last second

On some clutch shit shawn Michaels

Tuning up the band and let the drum kick

Got shit on-lock like I'm holding L2

Jumped in the deep, now I'm a king, Neptune

Jumped off the porch and knocked the

Spike off my left shoe

Bitch, that's the Loubs

Fourteen hunnid when I step through