Alot Of Dat

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Ralph] I bounced in a car, with a lotta money Duffle bag filled up, right to my tummy Glock on my lap, I'm feeling good Just made a play in your naborhood [?] through the city Bounced out on [?] Money [?] [?] say lock and load Password stay linked in, every word from my inc pen Bought my bitch that pink Benz, so she can ride with them [?] I told you, [?] good [?] Death ro, but I own the hood Death ro where my homies at Sending love, I send it back Big money, big stacks Baby mamas bringing packs [Chorus: Yung Ralph] You already know we got a whole lotta Foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle [?] VIP, we pop a lotta bottles Hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels Money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta Guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta [?] flexing, never hit the lotto [Verse 2: Young Scooter] Young Scooter! Money, cars drugs, got a lotta that Disrespect Freebandz, you get shot for that Give a fuck what's wrong with it, come bring it back Ain't no dope boy rules when you selling crack You wanna be a boss, gotta be humble Put your juug on, try not to fumble The remix bricks, I got all that That 44 money, blew a lotta that Got a couple plugs in Florida, got the boat docked Keep a ten in the hood, and I ain't own the block If you is good when you winning, then you on top Street education, yeah I got a lot [Chorus: Yung Ralph] You already know we got a whole lotta Foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle [?] VIP, we pop a lotta bottles Hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels Money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta Guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta [?] flexing, never hit the lotto [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] A nigga tried to play me for the whole bundle I ran a [?] package so the nigga fumbled He never understood how the streets connected A [?] never disrespected Run a plan, don't understand Yeah nigga I'm over you Same thing, not overdo Nigga billion dollars my [?] Kush packs, lemonade [?] Standing on that corner man, your boy came with that money plan [?] Panamera, whippin that Turbo, [?] Hell yeah nigga, clippin that [?] that lane Pushed up with that big bag Talked to my young nigga, he came up with that red flag That blue flag, that [?] [Chorus: Yung Ralph] You already know we got a whole lotta Foreign cars, paper tags, we going full throttle [?] VIP, we pop a lotta bottles Hotel lobby full, with a lotta moddels Money, drugs,you know we keep a lotta Cars, hoes, you know we keep a lotta Guns, [?], you know we keep a lotta [?] flexing, never hit the lotto