Lotta That Lyrics - Asap Ferg

Talking 'bout whiskey bottles 

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that ) 

Talking 'bout skinny models 

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that ) 

Talking 'bout groupie chicks 

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that ) 

Talking 'bout lucid trips 

(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 ) 

Bad chicks you wanna smoke with me? 

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that ) 

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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 

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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! 

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) 

Talking 'bout whiskey bottles 

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that ) 

Talking 'bout skinny models 

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that ) 

Talking 'bout groupie chicks 

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that ) 

Talking 'bout lucid trips 

(Gotta lotta lotta lotta that ) 

(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