Trap Money

Red Flame this, Blue Flame that
There’s five of my niggas, fuck that
Hating on the boss, that’s the cold ticket
Niggas do your thangs, wishing
Bruh I got that shit stacked to the limit
To the top choppers and the semi
Tiny shirts on with the tiny jeans
My hood niggas flashy fuck it, it’s a party
Anywhere I go motherfuckers lucky
Cause I don’t move everyday, bitches cost money
Think a lot, thirty thousand
I don’t need a bank, it’s in public housing
You feel me. Like I said man niggas is lucky that I move. Any time you see me
anywhere nigga that’s a blessing. Cause the only time I move is for the money.
Niggas’ll never see me unless I’m getting paid and I get paid to breath.
Think about that, I get paid to be alive. That’s real trap money nigga.
That’s a real hood nigga fuck with me bitch
Bruh cooking up, I’m looking cautious
You know they giving fifteen years
To any nigga that’s cooking like he suspect
I don’t respect the lames, but I respect my dick
Bitch I count money, rather fuck a bitch
I’m thinking fuck a bitch, it’s rich nigga clique
I’m banging Bitch Mob, niggas get money
I have inequity, I’m investing stock
I think I’m Lisa Lesley, I just bought a car
Gone in sixty seconds, niggas selling bitches
And I’m buying bitches
Sell a zip, buy a ho
Because I’m getting it nigga
bitch. With the trap money nigga sell off a zip, buy a hoe. What’s up.
You feel me. You know we clean off the slate. Fresh off the boat my nigga.
Whatever you need we got it. Like I said Lil B for Lil Boss nigga