Lottery (feat. Kevin Cossom)

Nigga's hating on me like I just hit the lottery

Getting real money, all them hustler's say they proud of me

Bitches all on me like I just hit the lottery

Heard you niggas pocket watching, I don't know probably

Insane money like I just hit the lottery

Fifty grand on me like I just hit the lottery

Twenty bottles on the way, mother fuck a bottle fee

The way I'm blowing money you would think I won the lottery

Ok now, mother fuck these niggas, mother fuck these bitches

I'm clenching on my nuts, that purp' smoke in my swisher

Don't chase nothing with my liquor, hold sixteen in my pistol

I'm getting money they know it, bout thirty grand what I'm holding

This young nigga here balling, you Pee Wee and I'm Spawling

You Jeremy Lin and I'm Jordan, you ice cold and I'm scalding

Got a [?] ghost no rent, that bitch cost me a grip

Like a lot of ass in them hips, and an ass sitting on blam

It look like I won the lottery, shitting on them no apologies

Wipe my ass with your economy, cause I burn money no calories

Same lame niggas keep hating, new money my fragrance

Red bone from Asia, ass sitting bodacious, huh

Yeah, got the granite counter tops with the marble floors

Getting money Lionel Richie, no comedores

So what? I fucked your bitch, but what you calling for

Small thing to a giant, call me dinosaur

Them hating niggas making sour, I make lemonade

Buy expensive things, even my linen paid

She bring her freaky friends over, let me penetrate

Pop a pill, fuck them while they rolling then escape

Fuck, but a nigga's just trying to get paid

Her [?] that's my taste, half a mill for the crib I'll stay

Damn a nigga balling like I'm in a league, on some bullshit call me Scotty P

Ok, I'm riding around and I'm getting it, couple grand in my Dickie's

Pocket full of them hundreds, with a fat bag of that sticky

Got a yellow bitch in them Vicky's, and she gotta be thinking I'm so picky

If she fucking with me she winning, that pussy good and I'm spending

Got big money I blow it, oh look mama it's snowing

Them whips they driving is foreign, blew a quarter mill cause it's boring

Got blood under my sneakers, it's ten K for my feature

Your bitch in love with my features, If I like your chick I might keep her

It look like I hit the lottery, neck worth about a quarter key

Next trip I'm going over seas, name another nigga hot as me