Whole Lotta (feat. TrePound) Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft
Yeah, yeah
Whole lot of racks, whole lot of cash
Whole lot of bitches, whole lot of bags
Im rich as bitch and I know that they mad
Break it down, got a digital dash, yeah
Step in the trap and take over the whole thing
They lovin' the smell, I'm breakin' down bags
I ain't worried about shit, I'm just stackin' the stash, yeah
Whole lotta, whole lotta racks
Whole lotta, whole lotta cash
Whole lotta, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta, whole lotta bags
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta cash
Whole lotta bitches, whole lotta bags, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Wake up early morning, once I open my eyes
Collectin' some monyun,
Whole lotta bags, I'm breakin' them down
I need straight cash, I ain't really tryna front, Nothing , yeah
Uh, f*ck it, she give me them bunions
Take a little trip, just for a date
Yeah, I'm tryna have fun, fun
Step in the mall, I'm buyin' it all
DC, nigga, you know I say flat
Since a youngin', I've been countin' up racks
Stand on my money, I'm 7 foot stacks, yeah
F*ck it, she tryna have some lessons
I got gas, givin' out testers
Serve me a P and blowin' the extras, yeah
Uh, been stackin' up checks like Tetris
Plug, throw me the bags, yeah, I'ma catch em
Been coolin real cool, right on the west end, yeah
Uh, I got Glocks, no westins
Step on the scene and they lovin' my presence
Fly a bitch out, we switchin' the settings
Whole lot of racks, whole lot of cash
Whole lot of bitches, whole lot of bags
Im rich as bitch and I know that they mad
Break it down, got a digital dash, yeah
Step in the trap and take over the whole thing
They lovin' the smell, I'm breakin' down bags
I ain't worried about shit, I'm just stackin' the stash, yeah
Whole lotta, whole lotta racks
Whole lotta, whole lotta cash
Whole lotta, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta, whole lotta bags
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta cash
Whole lotta bitches, whole lotta bags, yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Whole Lotta Racks
Got a 20-piece on me, no Popeyes
These n****s be mad, we the top guys
Bullet connect to your house like it's Wi-Fi
N****s be talkin' so much, they ain't outside
I'm slangin' that shit from the north to the south side
Ran up that paper, I got bags, I can't front mine
Blew a dub on my neck , I'm buzzed down for the Summertime
Yeah, don't talk about money, you ain't touchin' no Paper
And I ran through a ten just for order and steak
Off White or Dior, different shit every day
Just hopped out the Audi, might hop in a Wraith
I was just down back, had a mask on my face
Now I'm havin' them racks now I fly , state to state
And my bro copped a Ghost and he hope it don't break
And I'm pushin' that gas, I can't give it a break
We was the ones with a whole lot of racks
And these n****s be mad that I'm havin
A whole lot of cash, bring a whole lot of bad bitches
Bought a whole lot of shots, let them f*ck n****s have it
Uh, all right, I'm screamin' free, Lil' Zay
If you talk' to the feds, then you know you ain't safe
Got a whole lot of cash, it can't fit in no safe
Whole lot of racks, whole lot of cash
Whole lot of bitches, whole lot of bags
Im rich as bitch and I know that they mad
Break it down, got a digital dash, yeah
Step in the trap and take over the whole thing
They lovin' the smell, I'm breakin' down bags
I ain't worried about shit, I'm just stackin' the stash, yeah
Whole lotta, whole lotta racks
Whole lotta, whole lotta cash
Whole lotta, whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta, whole lotta bags
Whole lotta racks, whole lotta cash
Whole lotta bitches, whole lotta bags,
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah