WHOLE LOTTA MONEY

It's a whole lotta money in this mother****er (Bia, Bia)

It's a whole lotta money in this mother****er

And we can't be around no broke shit, that broke shit get old

And we can't be around no hoe shit, these hoes get too bold

I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold

I might paint my coup white, just to match with my toes

Yeah

I can't wear the shit you bitches wear cause it's cheap to me

It's some money at my table, grab a seat with me

Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees

I don't hang with jealous bitches, that's a weak disease

Hoe don't run up

If you broke and in my business, then just shut up

I invested in my body bitch, I'm done up

I look good, I like to **** him when the sun up

I put on my jewellery just to go to the bodega

And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer

Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Botega

Bitch I'm getting money, give a **** about a hater

It's a whole lotta money in this mother****er

It's a whole lotta money in this mother****er

And we can't be around no broke shit, that broke shit get old

And we can't be around no hoe shit, these hoes get too bold

I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold

I might paint my coup white, just to match with my toes

White on white Bentley

Trunk out the engine

Hoe tryna get near me

Bitch, stay up outta my mentions

Birkin bag got plenty

Twenty racks and Fendi

Got time for these messy hoes in my bussiness, I ain't with it

Got right now, not next

Need M's on all of my checks

Don't worry 'bout who I text

Just know it ain't my ex

Lotta rich niggas in here

No bitch niggas in here

When the pack landed and a check clear, and then that's what you hear

I put on my jewellery just to go to the bodega

And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer

Fendi on my body but my feet is in Botega

Bitch I'm getting money, give a **** about a hater

There's a whole lotta money in this mother****er

There's a whole lotta money in this mother****er

And we can't be around no that broke shit, that broke shit get old

And we can't be around no hoe shit, the hoe get too bold

I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold

I might paint my coup bright, just to match with my toes