[Hook: 1]
Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that x2)
Talking 'bout skinny models
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that x2)
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that x2)
Talking 'bout lucid trips
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that x2)
I got a lot of hoes, all up on my [bad word] I got a lot of o's, all up on my check
And yeah that loud [bad word] tree
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that x2)
Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me?
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that x2)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Yeah I get a lot of checks and yeah I have a lot of 
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 [bad word] I'm sorry I am not impressed
Back on my [bad word] 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 [bad word] I gave her something [bad word] on her gum and her face just went numb
Still going dumb cause I know where I'm from [bad word]  [bad word] I speak that Bay Area tongue

[Hook: 1]

[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 [bad [bad word] 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 [bad word] are you doing?"
Oops, ain't know that was yours!

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[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Ah, I just [bad word] 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 [bad word] fly like a pelican do
This rapper [bad word] 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 [bad word] can't mess with my crew
Your [bad word] on my [bad word] and her [bad word] boo
They kiss on the [bad word]  I caress on the [bad word] Now I'm just deciding on what R.Kelly'll do
Just [bad word] on that [bad word]  filled her belly with juice
Minute Maid lemonade from my [bad word]  boo
That's what a [bad word] get when you testing my crew (boo)

[Hook: 2]
Talking 'bout whiskey bottles
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that x2)
Talking 'bout skinny models
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that x2)
Talking 'bout groupie chicks
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that x2)
Talking 'bout lucid trips
(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that x2)

[Verse 4: Danny Seth]
(The British [bad word] 
Man, I gotta lotta [bad word] All up on my [bad word] 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 [bad [bad word] in pairs
They tryna [bad word] 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-[bad word] boy talking out of turn
My brothers leave you sleeping in an urn
Yeah, I've had a lotta 
And yeah, I've cut a lot of checks
I'm counting so much paper until my [bad word]  fingers hurt
Swear I deaded off the beat somebody bring a hearse
Holler at my at my manager it's