Lotta That lyrics

[Hook: 1]

Talking 'bout whiskey bottles

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout skinny models

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout groupie chicks

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout lucid trips

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

I got a lot of hoes, all up on my dick

I got a lot of o's, all up on my check

And yeah that loud ass tree

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me?

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]

Yeah I get a lot of checks and yeah I have a lot of sex

And labels know I got up next

Yeah she knows she got the best

I got her wet she got undressed

I nutted all across her chest

I don't even gotta flex, I never do respond to texts

And now she went and got obsessed

Y'all are just the hottest mess

You're simple you are not complex

I'm sorry I am not impressed

Back on my bullshit again

I am having way too much fun

I'm in a section with 7 Kate Mosses around me

I swear I can't only touch one

Whiskey no rum

I gave her something to rub on her gum and her face just went numb

Still going dumb 'cause I know where I'm from

Bruh, bruh I speak that Bay Area tongue

[Hook: 1]

Talking 'bout whiskey bottles

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout skinny models

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout groupie chicks

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout lucid trips

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

I got a lot of hoes, all up on my dick

I got a lot of o's, all up on my check

And yeah that loud ass tree

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me?

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]

Alcohol and weed, really anything you need

Best believe we got a lotta that

Studio with hella purp

I just put in hella work now look at where it got us at

Heard you got some new shit coming

Friends are all like "shoot me something

Homie when you dropping that?"

Maybe I could be the biggest

Rapper working in the business, wait, I never thought of that

Just take a look at the scores, I put numbers up on the boards

I'm in a section with models

And you're at the bar tryna get at a cluster of fours

When that bottle pours I just keep drinking it straight

And get faded and pass out on floors

Homies like "Bro, that's my girl, what the fuck are you doing?"

Oops, ain't know that was yours!

[Hook: 1]

Talking 'bout whiskey bottles

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout skinny models

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout groupie chicks

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout lucid trips

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

I got a lot of hoes, all up on my dick

I got a lot of o's, all up on my check

And yeah that loud ass tree

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me?

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]

Ah, I just shitted on you

Probably licking your honey like Winnie the Pooh

Knock you on the ground then I'm lifting my boot

He get beat like Timbalands head of my group

These ain't Louboutins, but there's red on my shoe

'Cause I let that Ruger fly like a pelican do

This rapper shit light, I'm telling you, dude

When I flow niggas drown on jell-o canoes

Better learn your algebra and your decimals too

'Cause you square motherfuckers can't mess with my crew

Your bitch on my dick and her lesbian boo

They kiss on the dick, I caress on the boobs

Now I'm just deciding on what R.Kelly'll do

Just pissed on that bitch, filled her belly with juice

Minute Maid lemonade from my testicle, boo

That's what a nigga get when you testing my crew (boo)

[Hook: 2]

Talking 'bout whiskey bottles

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout skinny models

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout groupie chicks

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout lucid trips

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

[Verse 4: Danny Seth]

(The British are coming)

Man, I gotta lotta bitches

All up on my dick head Danny

"Can I suck you off" is all I'm really used to hearing

Call me Mr. Greedy 'cause I'm not the type for sharing

And I'm always seeing doubles so my bitches come in pairs

They tryna fuck with me

All my white girls sniffing Britney

They never used to notice now they digging me

Reverse Gerald's name 'cause I get 'em Eazy-G

Fuck boy talking out of turn

My brothers leave you sleeping in an urn

Yeah, I've had a lotta sex

And yeah, I've cut a lot of checks

I'm counting so much paper until my fuckin' fingers hurt

Swear I deaded off the beat somebody bring a hearse

Holler at my at my manager it's 10 K for a verse

That's why I'm filling all these empty duffle bags for features

Don't come around my presence with your mother's empty purse

[Hook: 2]

Talking 'bout whiskey bottles

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout skinny models

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout groupie chicks

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

Talking 'bout lucid trips

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that)

• Artist:G-Eazy
• Album:These Things Happen