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"[Produced By: Christoph Andersson & G-Eazy] [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 dick I got a lot of o's, all up on my check And yeah that loud ass 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 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] [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] [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 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 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] "