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 really rap
20 for a hoe and that's trap money

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

Mook!
20 back, you see a nigga, that's my pack money
Look I ain't got no record deal so no it no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber
22 on cents, I'ma wrap it 'round
And I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat
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, 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, by the O-Z's
Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt
Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap
Well connected nigga courtesy of my
Flyin down 20 East, trunk full of dirty
In the middle of the drought we let them fly for 30
In the kitchen work I gotta do my two-step
Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to front stop
Now I'm on Y-65, just got off
In the handicap van, it up with midgets man
I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come from rappin
Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my money