[Verse 1: Drunk Zambini]
I got a lot of bitches, I got a lot of hoes
Not a lot of friends around me, but I got a lot of hoes
I gotta sleep with one eye open in my bed I lay
The Boogie Man is creeping through my head, this ain't no candid play
I got a lot of territory to cover
I got a lot of mini me's under me working like a puppet
I started out with nothing so I had to make something
I bake a cookie in the oven, turn it into some turkey and stuffing
I got a lot of this, I got a lot of that
I got a lot of dope rhymes when I'm spittin' on this mumble rap
I got a lot of fans, and I got a lot of hate
I got a lot of drama brewing, but I gotta concentrate
I gotta focus on my game, I gotta make the sale
I gotta keep on hustling until they throw my ass in jail
I got a lot of people hooked, I got 'em all twitching
I gotta do what I gotta do to go from rags to riches

[Chorus: Drunk Zambini]
How many twenties do I got? I got a lot of
How many fifties do I got? I got a lot of
How many Benz do I got? I got a lot of
How many dollars do I got? I got a lot of
How many twenties do I got? I got a lot of
How many halves do I got? I got a lot of
How many eights do I got? I got a lot of
How many O's do I got? I got a lot of
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