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Lotta Money Lyrics - Singles - Diamond

She aint fuckin' wit less u 

Gotta lotta money 

Gotta Lotta 

Gotta Lotta Money 

Gotta Lotta Money 

Gotta Lotta 

Gotta Lotta money 

Gotta lotta money 

Gotta lotta money 

Gotta lotta money 

(Repeat1x) 

 

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You, You, You kno what it is 

straight certified bad chick 

she always fresh to death 

like she hopped up out da casket 

Bout to take my style back 

You aint pay your taxes 

Ya'll aint really rappin' 

you hoes just actin', action 

You hoes better cut it out 

You know you see her jumpin' out 

crome wheels, exotic heels 

i guess dats wat da fuss about 

She cant help it if your nigga wanna take her out 

credit cards 

she max it out 

she all in his bank account 

Da mall is what she think about 

So niggas better betta come correct 

Cuz she aint tryna holla 

unless a nigga tryna cut da check 

She a red, drop-top corvette, black lace corset 

man dem hoes cant afford it yet 

 

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You kno wat it is 

Straight certified bad chick 

She only fuck with niggas 

wit a wallet full of plastic 

Call her a shop-a-holic 

She need rehad, 

way da classes? 

Cuz she be, she be ballin 

She cant help it 

its a habit 

Somethin' bout them Jacksons 

attracts her to them Grants 

addicted to them Franklins 

when they wrapped in rubberbands 

You know way she at 

She stay creepin with your man 

she say money make her come 

so she get wetter than a hand 

and this is just her M.O 

you bitches kno she be fly 

And while you hoes hatin' 

gone an add a N-E-Y 

Been gettin doe 

since knee-High 

Now da bread EICY 

Big shit poppin like E I 

 

Bridge 

Now all my ladies 

who be gettin cash 

without givin no ass 

You stay poppin all dem tags 

Throw the money in the bag 

Cuz you a bad chick, now dats a bad chick 

Is u a bad chick, there go a bad chick 

 

Now all my ladies gettin' paid 

layin up in da shade 

N Trippin cuz u get it 

You kno money everyday 

Cuz u a bad chick, now thats a bad chick 

Is u a bad chick, there go a bad chick 

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