[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