Mr. Lottery

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Short Dawg] Top down, looking very awesome You can call me Mr. Lottery, Kevin Cossom Keep that hammer on the side of me, obviously Guess I have to get my hands dirty, like pottery New semi auto, two clips of hollos Try me, and I'll let the chopper spray like the lotto That's word to the work I keep inside the taiho You say you're doing numbers, we don't see them like Mavato ? lil daddy got m More green the jets, more books than Harry Potter And that's just an example what I keep in the arsonal Awful, coming for the low like Marshall's Plaing with my paper, put that pistol to your partners Cock back, blast like it's a fossle It's Short and Stunna, and we run m like the kids You can get a deal if it's 10 or more [Chorus: Mack Maine] ? I say I got a lot of? Doing numbers, you can call me Mr. Lottery You should know I keep them choppers on the side of me ? never get it out of me Call me Mr. Lottery, call me Mr. Lottery [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Call me Mr. Lottery, whenever you acknowledge me Bitch, you talkin to money, whenever you say hi to me You a bully, but my wrist got the box face, don't bother me YMCM niggas, gettin it like that, obviously Ronald Millz, superfly, who sharp as me Told the car dealer fuck a charge, it'll be farari These niggas watch, payed in full on they DVDs I let them really watch, faded through my BYGs True 80's baby, grew up in the crack aera Harlem had me booked, gradguated to the Pack era Then it went from that, to I wanna have better dreams Bostin George dreams, I might have them every night forever I'm proud to be making money in Manhatten Them niggas know I get that 5, like niggas up in ? Burberry duffle bag, it's still jet lagin Took a lil trip, and then came back, and now they all laughing [Chorus: Mack Maine] ? I say I got a lot of? Doing numbers, you can call me Mr. Lottery You should know I keep them choppers on the side of me ? never get it out of me Call me Mr. Lottery, call me Mr. Lottery [Verse 3: Mack Maine] Ok, call me Mr. Pie Man, call me Mr. Pie Man And I ain't talking Lemon Meringue, you going for cars Pacosso, Van Gogh, and the heats is drawn I used to hustle from the night, to the early morn See it was 28 scams, then 28 grams Drug time, 18, they chargin 28, man Back in Tenicy, I surved whoever was into me You hurten, Stunna still got m, here's the remmody [Verse 4: Birdman] Hit a lick in 96 from a movie ship Movin bricks, making moves on a hundred ships Cherry wood on the bently, straight off the sand In the kitchen, fish scailin, livin life grand Lottery ticket, hit it on another didget Blood Rich Gang, suppermoddle 10 figures In the mud, heart went on my sleeve Blood love, YMCMB You heard, livin out of both streets Flyer, paint on that new machine No seeling and no roof on it Chandelier, persion rug, 100 proof on it Banana clip, shining with a hundred on me Cash Money, a hundred gunners, repping it Black diamonds, Canairey on that black white H2, 1100 on that private flight [Chorus: Mack Maine] ? I say I got a lot of? Doing numbers, you can call me Mr. Lottery You should know I keep them choppers on the side of me ? never get it out of me Call me Mr. Lottery, call me Mr. Lottery