Gotta Lotta (feat. Lil Wayne)

Lotta dope

Gotta lotta dope

Ba-ba-da-bope

Ba-da-ba-da-beee

Ba-ba-da-bope

Yeah

Ba-ba-da-bope

I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke

We got weed, that’s a lotta smoke

Yeah, that’s that loud I hope

We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope

Ba-ba-da-bope

I said we gotta lotta dope, yea we gotta lotta coke

We got weed, there’s a lotta smoke

Yea, that’s that lotta dope

I said we gotta lotta dope

Ba-ba-da-bope

Okay we gotta lotta dope

We got the hotter hoes

I said we done shot a lot of folk

We be in and out of court

And I done seen so many cowards croak

It’s like watching flowers grow

I mean, please, don't you cowards know?

We will leave your bloody body on your mama’s porch

Lord, born in the projects

Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock crack

Yeah, I grew up in my day

Making juugs on a phone with no contacts

I'm drinking Activas only know Hi-Tech

Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech

Yeah, I think she getting a contact

Now she needs some dope dick, and she know who to contact

Ba-da-ba-da-beee

Ba-ba-da-bope

Yeah

Ba-ba-da-bope

I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke

We got weed, that’s a lotta smoke

Yeah, that’s that loud I hope

We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope

Ba-ba-da-bope

Yo Tunes, pass the steel, or bash the steel

My passion real, I'm fashion ill

The pussy niggas are Massingil, mass appeal

My past is real before I had the deal, you dig?

Pies and cakes, out of state

Lies is fake, God don’t make mistakes

Got the girl pussy smelling like Codeine Syrup

Got the bands on me like a football field, I'm ill

I deserve a threesome for my birthday

If she pretty it's Magic City on the first date

Cup of lean and toast, yeah I’m ‘posed to boast

Goody Mo the quote, not many coming close

Trying to smoke what I never smoked before

Dream what I never dreamed before

Woke up and my Rolls sky high

I ride by, I drive by then hop out

Ba-da-ba-da-beee

Ba-ba-da-bope

Yeah

Ba-ba-da-bope

I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke

We got weed, that’s a lot of smoke

Yeah, that’s that loud I hope

We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope

Ba-ba-da-bope

Big dreams, big rings, big chains

Switch lanes, sip lean

Sixteen, seventeen, Medellin

Favorite color money green

A triple beam, a hundred Ps of sour Ds

A bunch of Ds, she can come suck on these, no suckas please

See I look like my daddy though

I get high, I get the munchies eating edible

If it’s available

Bitch you never know

Oyster Perpetual

Trapped at the Texaco like I’m OJ

Trying to put it in her mouth like Colgate

Ben Franklin, that’s my muthafuckin soul mate

Yea I need a mop, I got a new flo’ today

I’m sippin’ syrup like a got a fuckin’ cold today

I’m throwing tres up like Golden State

Old school the same color as Sidney Poitier

Ba-da-ba-da-beee

Ba-ba-da-bope

(Got a lot, got a lot)

Yeah

Ba-ba-da-bope

I said we gotta lotta dope

(Got a lot, got a lot) We gotta lotta coke

We got weed, that’s a lotta smoke

Yeah, that’s that loud I hope

We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope

Ba-ba-da-bope