Soulja Boy - Whole Lotta lyrics

[Hook x3:] Whole lotta' money whole lottta' guns Whole lotta' money whole lotta' guns Whole lotta' money whole lotta' guns All we do is shoot guns for fun Whole lotta' money, whole lotta' guns Whole lotta' choppers with them drums New crib new car, brand new fronts I got my money up AK-47 split your tummy up We get money bruh, all them n***as looking bummy bruh What the f**, pull up in a panorama, gucci bandana Whole lotta' motherf**ing rakcs, they like I dare him I got 30 k in my robin jeans, with that ruger Automatic uzi toting guns and I'm toting em cooler 50 k one day flexing versace medusa Clip up, in my pocket as long as a ruler Ak 47 mac eleven bruh I dare to blast it Make a n***a dissapear, like I know magic Damnit its tragic, sipping and whipping I blast it Putting your bodies in caskets Solja boy tell em, all about racks Grind for holics trap-a-holic I got you some K in the back Running in do's like a replay, I run em for flat [Hook] Whole lotta' punds whole lotta' O's Whole lotta' cars that I closed Im a young rich n***a so I'm riding around doing a whole lotta' shows Got a whole lotta' chains, whole lotta' rings whole lotta' gold Whole lotta' pots, whole lotta' guns, whole lotta' holes Whole lotta' O's sold at the show with the fo', kick in ya motherf**ing do' Everybody on the flo', M16'll make a whole lotta' hoes Calleda t the j**ler, bring a whole lotta' mo' We got a lil' gold, we gon' get alot of mo' 50 on the flo' by the air 50 mo', hundred k man this is how we roll Shoutout to the squad shoutout to the game yeah we all on a roll And my shooters on go, got stacks on deck Got money infront of me, and in the right in the left Riding in the jet, flex and finesse with a chick Riding around with a cuban on my neck Ywah you know, all my n***as are into the sh** Got a whole lotta' hoes got a whole lotta' shoes got a whole lotta' everything Got a whole lotta' lean got a whole lotta' molly got a whole lotta' mary jane [Hook]