[Chorus 2X: Gucci I got money, I got trap-I got trap [2X] I got 20 for a show, but it's rap money 20 for a hoe and really trap money
[B.A.] B.A.!! lights flashin, checkin out my mansion Gangster so flashy, Louis magnum How he out here swaggin? Dat be they askin I drop the crease, call it dope boy magic Dopeology, you should take one of my Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants Rob you on Front Street in 75 My know I'm good in the hood besides rappin I got trap cabin, it's 30 if you askin D trap money lavish, gotta make it rappin Fruity the cabbage, them country niggaz taxin Ballin like Maverick, blowin in the traffic I robbed a nigga twosie in some Rap fashion Say in the hood, I'm a trap money addict Cartier glasses, you see that I got I wake up early in the mornin I need me some trap
Mook! 20 Benz back, you see a nigga, that's my money Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap You see the stack in my jeans, I fit no rubber band 22 on cents, wrap it 'round them And first I unload the tractor, 'em out the wrapper Get 'em to my trappers and bring me back them rat chicks off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl When I get the panky you I'm water whippin her No top on the whip, tank top V You can call me tank top all I do is wifebeat Talkin smart on the phone, price just up Take it or 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 cheap Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap Well connected courtesy of my amigos Flyin down 20 East, trunk full of dirty In the of the drought we let them bitches fly for 30 In the kitchen cuttin I gotta do my two-step Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front Now I'm on Y-65, just got off In the van, fill it up with midgets man I mean the good I is show and it ain't come from rappin money Ten bands, all tens, nigga my trap money