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lotta money - block 125 lyrics

[intro]
ay, migos
(zaytoven)
metro boomin want some more n-gg-

[hook: 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-gg- broke that’s a shame-shame-shame
pic-sso 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 p-ssy, beat the p-ssy like (?)
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-gg- is you bullet proof?
i just (?) i put that b-tch up on the booth
she don’t know about a n-gg-, 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-gg-s, 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-gg- where you mama head lay
a-k, k-k-k, white in my kitchen like the kkk

[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-gg- with 100 percent
(?) still trap out the fence
bricks and the bails, i’m the candy man
got a real plug n-gg-, 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-gg-, 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-gg- 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-gg- i’m used to money, what i’m supposed to do?

- block 125 lyrics

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