LOTTO
Father Lyrics


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Pull me over in the lot, next to the 'telly
You lookin' for my boyfriend, but bitch, I'm not tellin'
Got him taking risks, baby, you're a lick
Diamonds on my wrist because I'm fuckin' lit, yeah
Stash my boyfriend's gun up in the panty drawer
Yeah, we gon' have some fun that you might need to pay for
Pull up to the 'sino and I'm sipping on Coladas
Yeah, war crimes at the table, we just hit the lotto, yeah

We just hit the lotto, yeah
Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah, yeah
We just hit the lotto, yeah (We just hit the lotto, yeah)
We just hit the lotto, yeah (I feel like Beyonce)
Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah, yeah (Yeah, I feel like Beyonce)
Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah (I feel like Beyonce)
Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah, yeah (Yeah, I feel like Beyonce-yonce)
We just hit the lotto

Feel like LL Cool J 'cause I'm always in the house
Call my shawty gold grill, 'cause she always in my mouth
Mississippi nigga, aye, I'm king of the South
Charlie Murphy, yeah, nigga, fuck your couch
Eddie Murphy, yeah, vampire in Brooklyn
Got em shookin', don't leave your shawty, she get tookin'
Don't run up on me or my fuckin' homies, aye, that's tragic
That fire hit his body, now he twerk like he at magic
Got on way too much designer and you know that shit don't match
Yo' momma saw my drip and said, "Goddamn, that boy a catch"
Niggas say they got your back until you gotta leave 'em back
Niggas high off that pack, I need that boat, I need that yacht
I can't believe this bitch nigga tried to get me for my racks
Hit 'em with that .45, now his stomach touch his back
Shawty thought she all that 'til she went and met her match
Oh that's me, oh that's Fat, with the Glock and the black mask

Pull me over in the lot, next to the 'telly
You lookin' for my boyfriend, but bitch, I'm not tellin'
Got him taking risks, baby, you're a lick
Diamonds on my wrist because I'm fuckin' lit, yeah
Stash my boyfriend's gun up in the panty drawer
Yeah, we gon' have some fun that you might need to pay for
Pull up to the 'sino and I'm sipping on Coladas
Yeah, war crimes at the table, we just hit the lotto, yeah

We just hit the lotto, yeah
Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah, yeah (Desperado)
We just hit the lotto, yeah (We just hit the lotto, yeah)
We just hit the lotto, yeah (I feel like Beyonce)
Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah, yeah (Yeah, I feel like Beyonce)
Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah (I feel like Beyonce)




Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah, yeah (Yeah, I feel like Beyonce-yonce)
We just hit the lotto

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in "Lotto" by Father feat. Abra talk about living a high-risk lifestyle with a lot of money and accompanying luxury. The first verse describes an encounter in a parking lot where the singer is stopped by the police. The police seem to be looking for someone else, but the singer is uncooperative and refuses to disclose any information. The singer then boasts about carrying a gun and having expensive jewelry. The second verse begins with the claim that the singer is always in the house, reminiscent of LL Cool J's classic track "Mama Said Knock You Out." They then proceed to make a series of pop culture references, including Charlie and Eddie Murphy movies. The singer again references their affiliation with guns and violence, as well as their extravagant fashion sense. The refrain, "we just hit the lotto," is repeated throughout the song and serves as a reminder of their financial success and lavish lifestyle.


Overall, "Lotto" seems to be a commentary on the hedonistic and often dangerous aspects of fame and fortune. The singer celebrates their wealth, but also acknowledges the risks that come with their lifestyle. The line "war crimes at the table" suggests that the singer is involved in illegal activity and that their wealth may have been acquired through unethical means. The song paints a picture of a world where trust is hard to come by and everyone is trying to get ahead.


Line by Line Meaning

Pull me over in the lot, next to the 'telly
Stop me in the parking lot, next to the hotel


You lookin' for my boyfriend, but bitch, I'm not tellin'
You are searching for my boyfriend, but I won't let you know where he is


Got him taking risks, baby, you're a lick
I've convinced him to do daring things, and you are an easy target


Diamonds on my wrist because I'm fuckin' lit, yeah
I'm wearing expensive jewelry because I'm successful and wealthy


Stash my boyfriend's gun up in the panty drawer
I've hidden my boyfriend's firearm in my underwear stash


Yeah, we gon' have some fun that you might need to pay for
We're going to have an enjoyable experience that you may have to pay for


Pull up to the 'sino and I'm sipping on Coladas
Arrive at the casino while I'm drinking piña coladas


Yeah, war crimes at the table, we just hit the lotto, yeah
We are engaging in immoral and destructive behavior while we celebrate our recent gambling success


Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah
Yes, we just won a large sum of money


Feel like LL Cool J 'cause I'm always in the house
I feel like LL Cool J because I'm always at home


Call my shawty gold grill, 'cause she always in my mouth
I refer to my girlfriend as a gold grill because she's always on my mind


Mississippi nigga, aye, I'm king of the South
I'm a person from Mississippi, and I consider myself to be the ruler of the southern region


Charlie Murphy, yeah, nigga, fuck your couch
I'm referencing a Chappelle's Show skit and disrespecting you by damaging your furniture


Eddie Murphy, yeah, vampire in Brooklyn
I'm mentioning a movie that Eddie Murphy starred in, Vampire in Brooklyn


Got em shookin', don't leave your shawty, she get tookin'
I have people scared, and I warn you not to leave your girlfriend unattended


Don't run up on me or my fuckin' homies, aye, that's tragic
You shouldn't confront me or my companions, it would be disastrous


That fire hit his body, now he twerk like he at magic
The gunshot wound caused him to convulse like he's performing magic tricks


Got on way too much designer and you know that shit don't match
I'm wearing too many luxury clothing brands, and they clash visually


Yo' momma saw my drip and said, "Goddamn, that boy a catch"
Your mother saw how stylish and attractive I am and was impressed


Niggas say they got your back until you gotta leave 'em back
People claim to support you until you need their help, and they're nowhere to be found


Niggas high off that pack, I need that boat, I need that yacht
My associates are currently under the influence of drugs, and I aspire to own luxurious vehicles


I can't believe this bitch nigga tried to get me for my racks
I'm surprised this cowardly person attempted to steal my money


Hit 'em with that .45, now his stomach touch his back
I shot him with my .45 caliber gun, and now his stomach is at the same level as his back


Shawty thought she all that 'til she went and met her match
The girl thought she was superior until she encountered someone on her level


Oh that's me, oh that's Fat, with the Glock and the black mask
That's me, and my accomplice Fat, holding guns and wearing masks


Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah, yeah (Desperado)
We just won a significant amount of money, and I feel like a fearless outlaw


Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah (We just hit the lotto, yeah)
Yes, we recently won the lottery


Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah (I feel like Beyonce)
I'm elated because we won a large sum of money, and I feel as confident as Beyonce


Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah, yeah (Yeah, I feel like Beyonce)
We just won a significant amount of money, and I'm feeling as empowered as Beyonce


Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah (I feel like Beyonce)
I'm thrilled about our recent monetary win and feel as confident as Beyonce


Yeah, we just hit the lotto, yeah, yeah (Yeah, I feel like Beyonce-yonce)
Our recent lottery win has me feeling like I'm on top of the world, just like Beyonce


We just hit the lotto
We recently won the lottery




Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Centel Mangum, Gabrielle Olivia Mirville, Nate Donmoyer, Zachary Mack Whitman

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@bigking602

Dude abra needs to drop more miss her music lol

@corinnax9406

Yessssss xxxx

@jeromebiggems372

Father looks like a LEGIT father without his dreads. But an older father like he has a 25 year old kid haha

@walrusmcgee

Christian Cardiel he aged 10 years in a year lmao

@goroem

also sounds like it

@mxxmm4365

too much drugs

@cashondeliver2512

He look just like slick rick

@datboisixsicsix

he needs some dreads and some anorexia

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@haiderh042

Goddamn ABRA 😭🔥🔥

@patrickmiller1674

Her flow voice everything fire

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