Lotta That - G-Eazy feat A$AP Ferg & Danny Seth

[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 d_ck
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 bullsh_t 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 sh_t 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 f_ck are you doing?"
Oops, ain't know that was yours!

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[Verse 3 - A$AP Ferg:]
Ah, I just sh_tted 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 sh_t light, I'm telling you, dude
When I flow n_ggas drown on jell-o canoes
Better learn your algebra and your decimals too
Cause you square motherf_ckers can't mess with my crew
Your b_tch on my d_ck and her lesbian boo
They kiss on the d_ck, I caress on the boobs
Now I'm just deciding on what R.Kelly'll do
Just pissed on that b_tch, filled her belly with juice
Minute Maid lemonade from my testicle, boo
That's what a n_gga 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 b_tches
All up on my d_ck head Danny
"Can I s_ck 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 b_tches come in pairs
They tryna f_ck 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
F_ck 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 f_ckin' 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

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