Lotto

Father

作词 : Nate Donmoyer/Centel Mangum/Abra/Zachary Mack Whitman

作曲 : Centel Mangum/Nate Donmoyer/Zachary Mack Whitman/Abra

Pull me over in the lot, next to the ‘telly

You lookin’ for my boyfriend,

But *****, I’m not tellin’

Got him taking risks, baby, you’re a lick

Diamonds on my wrist because I’m ******’ 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

Feel like LL Cool J ‘cause I’m always in the house

Call my shawty gold grill, ‘cause she always in my mouth

Mississippi *****, aye, I’m king of the South

Charlie Murphy, yeah, *****, **** 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 ******’ 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 s**t don’t match

Ya momma saw my drip and said, “God damn, that boy a catch”

****** say they got your back until you gotta leave ‘em back

****** high off that pack, I need that boat,

I need that yacht

I can’t believe this ***** ***** 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