Lyrics Gotta Lotta - lil wayne , 2 Chainz
Lotta
dope
Gotta
lotta
dope
Ba-ba-da-bope
Ba-da-ba-da-beee
Ba-ba-da-bope
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bope
I
said
we
gotta
lotta
dope,
we
gotta
lotta
coke
We
got
weed,
that′s
a
lotta
smoke
Yeah,
that's
that
loud
I
hope
We
gotta
lotta
dope,
we
gotta
lotta
dope
Ba-ba-da-bope
I
said
we
gotta
lotta
dope,
yea
we
gotta
lotta
coke
We
got
weed,
there′s
a
lotta
smoke
Yea,
that's
that
lotta
dope
I
said
we
gotta
lotta
dope
Ba-ba-da-bope
Okay
we
gotta
lotta
dope
We
got
the
hotter
hoes
I
said
we
done
shot
a
lot
of
folk
We
be
in
and
out
of
court
And
I
done
seen
so
many
cowards
croak
It's
like
watching
flowers
grow
I
mean,
please,
don′t
you
cowards
know?
We
will
leave
your
bloody
body
on
your
mama′s
porch
Lord,
born
in
the
projects
Papa
was
a
rolling
stone,
selling
rock
crack
Yeah,
I
grew
up
in
my
day
Making
juugs
on
a
phone
with
no
contacts
I'm
drinking
Activas
only
know
Hi-Tech
Hold
on,
think
I′m
getting
too
high
tech
Yeah,
I
think
she
getting
a
contact
Now
she
needs
some
dope
dick,
and
she
know
who
to
contact
Ba-da-ba-da-beee
Ba-ba-da-bope
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bope
I
said
we
gotta
lotta
dope,
we
gotta
lotta
coke
We
got
weed,
that's
a
lotta
smoke
Yeah,
that′s
that
loud
I
hope
We
gotta
lotta
dope,
we
gotta
lotta
dope
Ba-ba-da-bope
Yo
Tunes,
pass
the
steel,
or
bash
the
steel
My
passion
real,
I'm
fashion
ill
The
pussy
niggas
are
Massingil,
mass
appeal
My
past
is
real
before
I
had
the
deal,
you
dig?
Pies
and
cakes,
out
of
state
Lies
is
fake,
God
don′t
make
mistakes
Got
the
girl
pussy
smelling
like
Codeine
Syrup
Got
the
bands
on
me
like
a
football
field,
I'm
ill
I
deserve
a
threesome
for
my
birthday
If
she
pretty
it's
Magic
City
on
the
first
date
Cup
of
lean
and
toast,
yeah
I′m
′posed
to
boast
Goodie
Mo
the
quote,
not
many
coming
close
Trying
to
smoke
what
I
never
smoked
before
Dream
what
I
never
dreamed
before
Woke
up
and
my
Rolls
sky
high
I
ride
by,
I
drive
by
then
hop
out
Ba-da-ba-da-beee
Ba-ba-da-bope
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bope
I
said
we
gotta
lotta
dope,
we
gotta
lotta
coke
We
got
weed,
that's
a
lot
of
smoke
Yeah,
that′s
that
loud
I
hope
We
gotta
lotta
dope,
we
gotta
lotta
dope
Ba-ba-da-bope
Big
dreams,
big
rings,
big
chains
Switch
lanes,
sip
lean
Sixteen,
seventeen,
Medellin
Favorite
color
money
green
A
triple
beam,
a
hundred
Ps
of
sour
Ds
A
bunch
of
Ds,
she
can
come
suck
on
these,
no
suckas
please
See
I
look
like
my
daddy
though
I
get
high,
I
get
the
munchies
eating
edible
If
it's
available
Bitch
you
never
know
Oyster
Perpetual
Trapped
at
the
Texaco
like
I′m
OJ
Trying
to
put
it
in
her
mouth
like
Colgate
Ben
Franklin,
that's
my
muthafuckin
soul
mate
Yea
I
need
a
mop,
I
got
a
new
flo′
today
I'm
sippin'
syrup
like
a
got
a
fuckin′
cold
today
I′m
throwing
tres
up
like
Golden
State
Old
school
the
same
color
as
Sidney
Poitier
Ba-da-ba-da-beee
Ba-ba-da-bope
(Got
a
lot,
got
a
lot)
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bope
I
said
we
gotta
lotta
dope
(Got
a
lot,
got
a
lot)
We
gotta
lotta
coke
We
got
weed,
that's
a
lotta
smoke
Yeah,
that′s
that
loud
I
hope
We
gotta
lotta
dope,
we
gotta
lotta
dope
Ba-ba-da-bope
1 Dedication
2 Smell Like Money
3 Bounce
4 Gotta Lotta
5 MFN Right
6 Blue C-Note
7 Not Invited
8 Bentley Truck
9 100 Joints
10 Rolls Royce Weather Every Day
11 What Happened
12 Section
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