A Lot (original Version) (no J Cole) Lyrics - 21 Savage

I love you 

Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah 

For so many reasons 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do) 

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah 

Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah 

How much money you got? (Straight up) 

How much money you got? (Straight up) 

How much money you got? (Straight up) 

How much money you got? (A lot) 

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How much money you got? (A lot) 

How many problems you got? (A lot) 

How many people done doubted you? (A lot) 

Left you out to rot? (A lot) 

How many pray that you flop? (A lot) 

How many lawyers you got? (A lot) 

How many times you got shot? (A lot) 

How many niggas you shot? (A lot) 

How many times did you ride? (A lot) 

How many niggas done died? (A lot) 

How many times did you cheat? (A lot) 

How many times did you lie? (A lot) 

How many times did she leave? (A lot) 

How many times did she cry? (A lot) 

How many chances she done gave you? 

Fuck around with these thots (A lot) 

Photos 

Every day that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick 

I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich 

Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch 

But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch 

Break it down, I break it down 

I break it down, I break it down 

I break it down, I break it down 

I break it down, I break it down 

Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks 

My heart so cold I could put it in my cup 

Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us 

Then you went and wrote a statement 

And that really fucked me up 

My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast 

My brother got life and it turned me to the streets 

I been through the storm and it turned me to a G 

But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats 

How much money you got? (A lot) 

How many problems you got? (A lot) 

How many people done doubted you? (A lot) 

Left you out to rot? (A lot) 

How many pray that you flop? (A lot) 

How many lawyers you got? (A lot) 

How many times you got shot? (A lot) 

How many niggas you shot? (A lot) 

How many times did you ride? (A lot) 

How many niggas done died? (A lot) 

How many times did you cheat? (A lot) 

How many times did you lie? (A lot) 

How many times did she leave? (A lot) 

How many times did she cry? (A lot) 

How many chances she done gave you? 

Fuck around with these thots (A lot) 

Break it on down, I break it on down 

I break it on down, I break it on down 

Yeah, I just came from the A 

I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half 

Before I left I stopped by to 

See my nigga 21 in the studio 

Yeah, two of his kids with him 

Right in the studio, that's when I knew 

You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that 

Question 

How many faking they streams? (A lot) 

Getting they plays from machines (A lot) 

I can see behind the smoke and mirrors 

Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm) 

I never say anything (Nah) 

Everybody got they thing (True) 

Some niggas make millions 

Other niggas make memes (Hmm) 

I'm on a money routine 

I don't want smoke, I want cream 

I don't want no more comparisons 

This is a marathon and I'm aware 

I been playing it back from a lack of promotions 

I was never one for the bragging and boasting 

I guess I was hoping the music would speak 

For itself, but the people want everything else 

Ok, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album 

You know what the outcome will be 

I'm batting a thousand 

It's got to the point that these 

Rappers don't even like rappin' with me 

Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me 

And told me he sent me a spot on a new record he got 

He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot 

Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot 

I picture him inside a cell on a cot 

'Flectin' on how he made it to the top 

Wondering if it was worth it or not 

I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot 

Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga 

Though I never met you, I know that you special 

And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga 

Dennis Smith Jr., stay solid, my nigga 

I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it 

I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship 

When they thought that 

I wasn't gone pan out, I got a plan 

They say that success is 

The greatest revenge, tell all your friends 

Cole on a mission 

Cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it 

Before it all ends, nigga 

How much money you got? (A lot) 

How many problems you got? (A lot) 

How many people done doubted you? (A lot) 

Left you out to rot? (A lot) 

How many pray that you flop? (A lot) 

How many lawyers you got? (A lot) 

How many times you got shot? (A lot) 

How many niggas you shot? (A lot) 

How many times did you ride? (A lot) 

How many niggas done died? (A lot) 

How many times did you cheat? (A lot) 

How many times did you lie? (A lot) 

How many times did she leave? (A lot) 

How many times did she cry? (A lot) 

How many chances she done gave you? 

Fuck around with these thots (A lot) 

Break it on down, I break it on down 

I break it on down, I break it on down 

I break it down, I break it down 

I break it down, I break it down 

I break it on down, I break it down 

I break it down, I break it down 

I break it down, I break it down 

I break it down, I break it down, I br-