Rich Amiri - Whole Lotta Lyrics
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Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh, uh
Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh, uh
Whole lotta, whole lotta bands, whole lotta
Whole lotta racks i got a whole lotta wads
I got a whole lotta cash
I got a whole lotta people
That tryna be friends
They gon' stab me in the back
I got a whole lotta shooters
They ready on go, i had to tell 'em relax
I got a hunnid lil' bands, they
Right in the trap, f*ck it
I'm runnin' it back i put that bitch in the
Back of the Caddy, yeah
She gettin' dirty and nasty
I know you broke and it
Really is tragic, yeah
Your little chain made of plastic
Talk on the 'gram, he act
Like he wildin', yeah
Toolie gon' aim at your noggin
I just wan' get to the band
Give f*ck bout the college
You on the 'gram, you actin'
Like you is the man, i need you to stop it
Whatever you think, you is not it, the drank
It got me hypnotic
I went and got me a grand and ran up a band
Go shoppin' at Follies
I gotta put trust in the process
'cause that's what I'm 'posed to do
Heard you pulled up to my show
I didn't even notice you
Heard you was callin' my phone
I didn't even know it's you
I bet you would never would know if
I had to go to you
Baby, I been feeling low
New drop in, got pack for the low
(Wait, wait)
All the sh*t you did, I wanna know
(Come on, come on)
Why you leavin' me for? I wanna go (Go)
I wanna go, yeah (Go, go)
Whole lotta, whole lotta bands, whole lotta
Whole lotta racks i got a whole lotta wads
I got a whole lotta cash
I got a whole lotta people
That tryna be friends
They gon' stab me in the back
I got a whole lotta shooters
They ready on go, i had to tell 'em relax
I got a hunnid lil' bands, they
Right in the trap, f*ck it
I'm runnin' it back i put that bitch in the
Back of the Caddy, yeah
She gettin' dirty and nasty
I know you broke and it
Really is tragic, yeah
Your little chain made of plastic
Talk on the 'gram, he act
Like he wildin', yeah
Toolie gon' aim at your noggin
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh, uh
Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh uh, uh uh, uh
Whole lotta, whole lotta bands, whole lotta
Whole lotta racks i got a whole lotta wads
I got a whole lotta cash
I got a whole lotta people
That tryna be friends
They gon' stab me in the back
I got a whole lotta shooters
They ready on go, i had to tell 'em relax
I got a hunnid lil' bands, they
Right in the trap, f*ck it
I'm runnin' it back i put that bitch in the
Back of the Caddy, yeah
She gettin' dirty and nasty
I know you broke and it
Really is tragic, yeah
Your little chain made of plastic
Talk on the 'gram, he act
Like he wildin', yeah
Toolie gon' aim at your noggin
I just wan' get to the band
Give f*ck bout the college
You on the 'gram, you actin'
Like you is the man, i need you to stop it
Whatever you think, you is not it, the drank
It got me hypnotic
I went and got me a grand and ran up a band
Go shoppin' at Follies
I gotta put trust in the process
'cause that's what I'm 'posed to do
Heard you pulled up to my show
I didn't even notice you
Heard you was callin' my phone
I didn't even know it's you
I bet you would never would know if
I had to go to you
Baby, I been feeling low
New drop in, got pack for the low
(Wait, wait)
All the sh*t you did, I wanna know
(Come on, come on)
Why you leavin' me for? I wanna go (Go)
I wanna go, yeah (Go, go)
Whole lotta, whole lotta bands, whole lotta
Whole lotta racks i got a whole lotta wads
I got a whole lotta cash
I got a whole lotta people
That tryna be friends
They gon' stab me in the back
I got a whole lotta shooters
They ready on go, i had to tell 'em relax
I got a hunnid lil' bands, they
Right in the trap, f*ck it
I'm runnin' it back i put that bitch in the
Back of the Caddy, yeah
She gettin' dirty and nasty
I know you broke and it
Really is tragic, yeah
Your little chain made of plastic
Talk on the 'gram, he act
Like he wildin', yeah
Toolie gon' aim at your noggin
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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