Lotto

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) [Verse 1: Talibando] If I get the bag to you, can you move it? I don't really think you can, you the type of nigga to lose it Better start thinking with your head 'fore you lose it Had to slow down on the lean 'cause sometimes I can abuse it Bitch looking for love, that ain't me, I'm not Cupid If you believed anything I said, then you stupid It is what it is, bitch, don't come up with illusions Kept it a hundred with you so it ain't no confusions Everybody tote the strap, is you gon' use it? Shit get real in these streets and it depend on how you movin' You can take off like a rocket if you get the bag in Houston Trappin' ain't dead, these niggas scared, that's what I'm proving But I'll leave the streets alone if I can make it with this music Until then, I'm quarterbackin' plays, Aaron Rodgers I'm a cheesehead, been gettin' money since a toddler Trap report card, got all A's, bitch, I'm a scholar Dedicated to the game, they say I got it from my father Open up your new lane, I would love to do the honors Spot bangin' off the hinges, can't close, no, we McDonald's So much money in the house, they had thought we hit the lotto [Interlude: BabyTron] Thought we hit the lotto Ayy Ayy Ayy ShittyBoyz [Verse 2: BabyTron] Chuck Liddell with the Visas, every punch hit Fuck FIFA, I'll kick her out if she don't suck dick (Get the fuck on) Brought the bag back last second on some clutch shit Shawn Michaels, tune up the band and let the drum kick Got shit on lock like I'm holdin' L2 Jumped in the deep, now I'm a king, Neptune Jumped off the porch and knocked a spike off my left shoe Bitch, that's the Loubs, fourteen hundred when I step through (Goddamn) Hop-stepping in the bank like I'm Embiid Bitcoin bandit, I make twenty when I spend three Plottin' on a Bim', used to be a ten-speed Called the bitch Angel 'cause she went down and blessed me (Oh my God) It ain't a code that my hacker can't crack F&N'll turn him to a ghost, Snapchat Hoes used to ho me, now they gettin' laughed at (Haha) Self-scanning in a different state, getting cash back (Woo-ooh) Look in the mirror like, "Oh, there the G.O.A.T. go" I'll shoot your ass from up close like a GoPro (Brraow) Formal voice on the phone, can't make no jokes (Ayy, ayy) Dancin' on the 'Gram, jack flashin', I'm a showboat, bitch [Outro] (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)