[00:00.00] 作曲 : Centel Mangum/Nate Donmoyer/Zachary Mack Whitman
[00:01.00] 作词 : Abra/Centel Mangum/Nate Donmoyer/Zachary Mack Whitman
[00:12.92]Pull me over in the lot, next to the ‘telly
[00:16.07]You lookin’ for my boyfriend,
[00:17.72]But b***h, I’m not tellin’
[00:19.27]Got him taking risks, baby, you’re a lick
[00:22.29]Diamonds on my wrist because I’m ****in’ lit, yeah
[00:25.67]Stash my boyfriends gun up in the panty drawer
[00:28.62]Yeah, we gon’ have some fun that you might need to pay for
[00:31.63]Pull up to the ‘sino and I’m sipping on Coladas
[00:34.90]War crimes at the table, we just hit the lotto, yeah
[00:38.46]We just hit the lotto
[00:42.12]We just hit the lotto
[00:45.21]We just hit the lotto
[00:48.37]We just hit the lotto
[00:51.20]We just hit the lotto
[00:54.23]We just hit the lotto
[00:55.51]We just hit the lotto
[00:57.26]We just hit the lotto
[00:58.68]We just hit the lotto
[01:00.28]We just hit the lotto
[01:03.54]Feel like LL Cool J ‘cause I’m always in the house
[01:06.01]Call my shawty gold grill, ‘cause she always in my mouth
[01:09.05]Mississippi b***h, aye, I’m king of the South
[01:12.28]Charlie Murphy, yeah, b***h, **** your couch
[01:15.56]Eddie Murphy, yeah, vampire in Brooklyn
[01:18.74]Got em shookin’,
[01:19.86]Don’t leave your shawty, she get tookin'
[01:21.86]Don’t run up on me or my ****in’ homies
[01:24.15]Aye, that’s tragic
[01:25.09]That fire hit his body, now he twerk like he at magic
[01:28.11]Got on way too much designer
[01:29.46]And you know that shit don’t match
[01:31.17]Ya momma saw my drip and said, “God damn, that boy a catch”
[01:34.40]Niggas say they got your back until you gotta leave ‘em back
[01:37.36]Niggas high off that pack, I need that boat
[01:39.69]I need that yacht
[01:40.54]Father,Abra - Lotto - Awful Swim - I can’t believe this b***h ass nigga tried to get me for my racks
[01:43.89]Hit ‘em with that .45, now his stomach touch his back
[01:47.05]Shawty thought she all that ’til she went and met her match
[01:50.18]Oh that’s me, oh that’s Fat,
[01:51.49]With the Glock and the black mask
[01:53.21]Pull me over in the lot, next to the ‘telly
[01:57.20]You lookin’ for my boyfriend, but b***h, I’m not tellin’
[02:00.19]Got him taking risks, baby, you’re a lick
[02:03.38]Diamonds on my wrist because I’m ****in’ lit, yeah
[02:06.68]Stash my boyfriends gun up in the panty drawer
[02:09.64]Yeah, we gon’ have some fun that you might need to pay for
[02:12.68]Pull up to the ‘sino and I’m sipping on Coladas
[02:15.92]War crimes at the table, we just hit the lotto, yeah
[02:19.74]We just hit the lotto
[02:22.97]We just hit the lotto
[02:26.03]We just hit the lotto
[02:29.31]We just hit the lotto
[02:32.20]We just hit the lotto
[02:35.40]We just hit the lotto
[02:36.59]We just hit the lotto
[02:38.32]We just hit the lotto
[02:39.72]We just hit the lotto
[02:41.57]We just hit the lotto

作曲 : Centel Mangum/Nate Donmoyer/Zachary Mack Whitman
作词 : Abra/Centel Mangum/Nate Donmoyer/Zachary Mack Whitman
Pull me over in the lot, next to the ‘telly
You lookin’ for my boyfriend,
But b***h, I’m not tellin’
Got him taking risks, baby, you’re a lick
Diamonds on my wrist because I’m ****in’ lit, yeah
Stash my boyfriends gun up in the panty drawer
Yeah, we gon’ have some fun that you might need to pay for
Pull up to the ‘sino and I’m sipping on Coladas
War crimes at the table, we just hit the lotto, yeah
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
Feel like LL Cool J ‘cause I’m always in the house
Call my shawty gold grill, ‘cause she always in my mouth
Mississippi b***h, aye, I’m king of the South
Charlie Murphy, yeah, b***h, **** your couch
Eddie Murphy, yeah, vampire in Brooklyn
Got em shookin’,
Don’t leave your shawty, she get tookin'
Don’t run up on me or my ****in’ homies
Aye, that’s tragic
That fire hit his body, now he twerk like he at magic
Got on way too much designer
And you know that shit don’t match
Ya momma saw my drip and said, “God damn, that boy a catch”
Niggas say they got your back until you gotta leave ‘em back
Niggas high off that pack, I need that boat
I need that yacht
Father,Abra - Lotto - Awful Swim - I can’t believe this b***h ass nigga tried to get me for my racks
Hit ‘em with that .45, now his stomach touch his back
Shawty thought she all that ’til she went and met her match
Oh that’s me, oh that’s Fat,
With the Glock and the black mask
Pull me over in the lot, next to the ‘telly
You lookin’ for my boyfriend, but b***h, I’m not tellin’
Got him taking risks, baby, you’re a lick
Diamonds on my wrist because I’m ****in’ lit, yeah
Stash my boyfriends gun up in the panty drawer
Yeah, we gon’ have some fun that you might need to pay for
Pull up to the ‘sino and I’m sipping on Coladas
War crimes at the table, we just hit the lotto, yeah
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto
We just hit the lotto