Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Money Remix

[Chorus 2X: Gucci
I got trap money, I got trap-I got [2X]
I got 20 for a show, but it's rap money
20 for a hoe and that's trap money

[B.A.]
B.A.!!
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my
Gangster so flashy, Vuitton magnum
How he out swaggin? Dat be what they askin
I the white crease, call it dope boy magic
Dopeology, you should one of my classes
Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants
Rob you on Front Street in 75
My potnahs know I'm in the hood besides rappin
I got money cabin, it's 30 if you askin
D trap lavish, ain't gotta make it rappin
Fruity bezel the cabbage, them niggaz taxin
Ballin like Maverick, blowin in the traffic
I robbed a nigga twosie in Rap Lord fashion
Say young'n in the hood, I'm a trap money
Cartier glasses, you see that I got
I wake up early in the mornin I need me some money

Mook!
20 Benz back, you see a nigga, my pack money
Look I ain't got no record so no it ain't no rap money
You see the in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
22 on cents, I'ma wrap it them
And first I unload the tractor, 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they me back them rat chicks
Bust off goin fast, you can call it cheetah
I get the panky you know I'm water whippin her
No top on the whip, tank top V
You can call me tank top cause all I do is
Talkin on the phone, price just gone up
it or leave it homeboy, either way I give a fuck
Pot cold, LB's, kush by the
Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt
Get in how you want, I'm a walkin trap sto'
Well connected courtesy of my amigos
Flyin down 20 East, full of dirty birdies
In the middle of the drought we let bitches fly for 30
In the kitchen cuttin work I gotta do my
Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your stop
Now I'm on Y-65, got off I-10
In the handicap van, fill it up with man
I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come from rappin
Ten bands, all tens, nigga my trap money