A Lot Lyrics With Video – 21 Savage | 2018 Song
| Detail | Information |
| Song Name | A Lot |
| Singer Name | 21 Savage |
| Lyrics Name | A Lot Lyrics |
| Music Director Name | DJ Dahi and J. White |
| Label | Slaughter Gang, LLC/Epic Records |
A Lot Lyrics
I love youTurn my headphone down a little bit, yeahFor so many reasonsYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do)Yeah, yeah yeah yeahYeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
How much money you got? (Straight up)How much money you got? (Straight up)How much money you got? (Straight up)How much money you got? (A lot)
How much money you got? (A lot)How many problems you got? (A lot)How many people done doubted you? (A lot)Left you out to rot? (A lot)How many pray that you flop? (A lot)How many lawyers you got? (A lot)How many times you got shot? (A lot)How many niggas you shot? (A lot)How many times did you ride? (A lot)How many niggas done died? (A lot)How many times did you cheat? (A lot)How many times did you lie? (A lot)How many times did she leave? (A lot)How many times did she cry? (A lot)How many chances she done gave youFuckin’ around with these thots? (A lot)
Every day that I’m alive, I’ma ride with the stickI’d rather be broke in jail than be dead and richTold my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitchBut I’m 21 4L, ain’t no way I’ma switch
Break it on down, I break it on downI break it on down, I break it on downI break it down, I break it downI break it down, I break it down
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucksMy heart so cold I could put it in my cupGang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was usThen you went and wrote a statementAnd that really fucked me upMy brother lost his life and it turned me to a beastMy brother got life and it turned me to the streetsI been through the storm and it turned me to a GBut the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats
How much money you got? (A lot)How many problems you got? (A lot)How many people done doubted you? (A lot)Left you out to rot? (A lot)How many pray that you flop? (A lot)How many lawyers you got? (A lot)How many times you got shot? (A lot)How many niggas you shot? (A lot)How many times did you ride? (A lot)How many niggas done died? (A lot)How many times did you cheat? (A lot)How many times did you lie? (A lot)How many times did she leave? (A lot)How many times did she cry? (A lot)How many chances she done gave youFuckin’ around with these thots? (A lot)
Break it on down, I break it on downI break it on down, I break it on downYeah, I just came from the AI drove back home, six-hour drive, six and a halfBefore I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studioHe had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that’s when I knewYou a stand up nigga, I love seein’ shit like that
QuestionHow many faking they streams? (A lot)Getting they plays from machines (A lot)I can see behind the smoke and mirrorsNiggas ain’t really big as they seem (hmm)I never say anything (nah)Everybody got they thing (true)Some niggas make millionsOther niggas make memes (hmm)
I’m on a money routineI don’t want smoke, I want creamI don’t want no more comparisonsThis is a marathon and I’m awareI been playing it back from a lack of promotionsI was never one for the bragging and boastingI guess I was hoping the music would speak for itselfBut the people want everything else
Okay, no problem, I’ll show up on everyone albumYou know what the outcome will beI’m batting a thousandIt’s got to the point that these rappers don’t even like rappin’ with meFuck it ’cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit meAnd told me he saved me a spot on a new record he gotHe call it “a lot, ” I open my book and I jot
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rotI picture him inside a cell on a cot‘Flectin’ on how he made it to the topWondering if it was worth it or notI pray for Markelle ’cause they fucked up his shotJust want you to know that you got it, my niggaThough I never met you, I know that you specialAnd that the Lord blessed you, don’t doubt it, my nigga
Dennis Smith Jr., stay solid, my niggaI’m on a tangent, not how I planned itI had some fans that hopped and abandoned shipWhen they thought that I wasn’t gone pan out, I got a planThey say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friendsCole on a mission cementin’ the spot as the greatest who did itBefore it all ends, nigga
How much money you got? (A lot)How many problems you got? (A lot)How many people done doubted you? (A lot)Left you out to rot? (A lot)How many pray that you flop? (A lot)How many lawyers you got? (A lot)How many times you got shot? (A lot)How many niggas you shot? (A lot)How many times did you ride? (A lot)How many niggas done died? (A lot)How many times did you cheat? (A lot)How many times did you lie? (A lot)How many times did she leave? (A lot)How many times did she cry? (A lot)How many chances she done gave youFuckin’ around with these thots? (A lot)
Break it on down, I break it on downI break it on down, I break it on downI break it down, I break it downI break it down, I break it downI break it on down, I break it downI break it on down, I break it downI break it down, I break it downI break it down, I break it down, I br-
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