Lotto Songtext
von Jay Park

No, I ain′t a D-boy but I am a B-boy
Never dealt drugs but I'm stackin′ G's. boy
No gat, not strapped I ain't never seen toys
But I′m always takin′ pics, so U know I get that cheese. boy
You know I'm ill with it
Keep on rappin′ till I make a hunnit mill with it
And no I do not have a deal, fucka deal with it
It's me and Jahlil on the beats, we gon′ kill kill it
Seattle 2 Seoul, So U know that I'm coasting
Give yo girl the D but her legs wide open
Always winning so I always feel like toasting
Spit hot fire, so you know my MIC smoking
No shaft but I′m one bad muhfuckah
No disguise but I got yo girl under covers
AOM all day, brotha's from another mother
Man, U know I got them moves hotter than a Sydney summer
Yeah, let's get it
U know I′m poppin′ bottles
Yo girl a turkey on my dick, gobble gobble
I'll fuck her till her knees wobble wobble


Celebrating everyday like I hit the lotto
I′m a Seoul city ridah Sea-town lion
A king mothafucka man U see that crown shining
I'mma keep on hustlin till I own my own island
Y′all don't know the hal of what is in my pan frying
So I don′t have time for the fuckery to my face they pretend fake wishing luck to me
Behind the scenes, pulling strings
U know they be wanting me dead and long gone but I'm styling on them comfortably
So I'm just smiling like a winner
While I′m leaving sweet, u mothafucka′s is bitter
No I ain't a gansta, no I ain′t a thug
But a couple drinks I be gettin' ratchets at the club
So every nights a party like there′s no tomorrow
hit it up like there's no work tomorrow
Faded in this bitch it′s gon' hurt tomorrow
Yo chick thirsty Murcielago
Yeah, let's get it
U know I′m poppin′ bottles
Yo girl a turkey on my dick, gobble gobble
I'll fuck her till her knees wobble wobble
Celebrating everyday like I hit the lotto
We hella high in the air
Hella high in the air
Hella high in the air
So ain′t no motha fucka gonna be us down