Lotto ft. Selah The Corner Lyrics

Lotto - Bizzle

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Intro: Bizzle]

Yeah

It's 2019, we goin' in

But, you know you can't jump on the track without stretching

You'll pull somethin', let's go

[Verse: Bizzle]

Just a lil' stretch for the warm-up (Yeah), prep 'fore the war come

Dress wit' a sword if you rep till the Lord come

Died this morning and stepped on the corpse

Jumped fresh out the morgue just to flex with the torch up (Ugh!)

And, yes, I'm a mess, I was messed up before

Got saved, then messed up some more stuff

Destined for Hell, fell coulda' been left on the floor

But the Lord met death on the forefront

Door shut, now we go hard, ain't no other way

Say "Bye" to sin, invite Him in, like a One A Day

Fight to win, new life begin, old done away

Stick a knife in the Leviathan, give the Son His praise (Yeah!)

I am blessed in the realest way (Blessed!)

I was blessed 'fore the check ever hit the bank (Yes!)

But, I ain't sleep on somebody else flow (Real talk)

Now, I'm feelin' invest in the real estate (Praise God!)

Now, they prolly say I'm on my Creflo

I bet folks in the comments finna feel a way (So what?)

It's best that you keep it in your chest stored

Or run up at a show and get pressed into lemonade

Oops! Anyway, I said I was finna stay

Smoke free in 2019, what I meant to say

I just want the blessings to hit me and ricochet

Till the day what I get match what I give away

Bizzle

[Chorus: Bizzle]

Woke up feeling like I hit the lotto (Lotto)

Woke up feeling like I hit the lotto (Hit the lotto)

Jesus with me everywhere that I go (I go)

Got me feeling like I hit the lotto (Yeah!)

Aye, I hit the lotto (Hit the lotto)

Aye, you hit the lotto (You hit the lotto)

Aye, we hit the lotto (Hit the lotto)

Christ died for you, boy, you hit the lotto (Yeah!)

[Verse 2: Selah the Corner & Bizzle]

(Click, click) I done hit the Lotto

Hands on the numbers like the face on my Movado

You happy shooter is backward? Then, homie, felicidado

Wait, you tellin' me you ain't got no Bizzle in your Serato? (Point 'em out, Corner)

All your monetary idols gotta' fall

Feeling like the weekend like only ones with the Powerball

Gettin' the Mega Millions and acting like a shark

But, I'm looking and I see the mental, fam, like a Tylenol (Woo!)

Uh, I'm smoke free, too

Hard when I see a hater gums flappin', an', homie, I ain't actin'

An' I ain't talkin' rappin'

I'm talkin' 'bout running up when I see you like: "Hey what happen!?" Calm down

Put down the past for Christ

And just focus on the beauty of the afterlife

I ain't never 'bout to gamble, so, I pass the dice

And keep God Over Money, that's that cash for life (Ugh!)

[Chorus: Bizzle]

Woke up feeling like I hit the lotto (Lotto)

Woke up feeling like I hit the lotto (Hit the lotto)

Jesus with me everywhere that I go (I go)

Got me feeling like I hit the lotto (Yeah!)

Aye, I hit the lotto (Hit the lotto)

Aye, you hit the lotto (You hit the lotto)

Aye, we hit the lotto (Hit the lotto)

Christ died for you, boy, you hit the lotto (Yeah!)