[Chorus 2X: Mane] I got money, I got trap-I got trap [2X] I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap 20 for a hoe and that's really trap
[B.A.] B.A.!! Blue lights flashin, out my mansion Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton How he out here swaggin? Dat be what askin I drop the white crease, call it boy magic Dopeology, you take one of my classes Hit me in the hood, red carpet, saggin Rob you on Front in 75 classic My potnahs I'm good in the hood besides rappin I got trap money cabin, it's 30 if you D money lavish, ain't gotta make it rappin Fruity the cabbage, them country niggaz taxin Ballin Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic I robbed a nigga twosie in some Rap Lord Say young'n in the hood, I'm a trap addict Cartier glasses, you see that I got I wake up early in the mornin I me some trap money
Mook! 20 back, you see a nigga, that's my pack money Look I ain't got no deal so no it ain't no rap money You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no band 22 on cents, I'ma it 'round them And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the Get 'em to my and they bring me back them rat chicks Bust off fast, you can call it cheetah girl When I get the you know I'm water whippin her No top on the whip, top Louis V You can me tank top cause all I do is wifebeat Talkin smart on the phone, just gone up Take it or it homeboy, either way I give a fuck Pot cold, LB's, kush by the Yeah I 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt cheap Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin sto' Well nigga 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 work I gotta do my two-step Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your stop Now I'm on Y-65, just got off In the van, fill it up with midgets man I mean the good I know is and it ain't come from rappin money Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my money