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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trouble
Trouble
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Mariel Orr
Mariel Orr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer

Lyrics

Turn now, now, now, now **** say it out
Lil' pussy
Swear
(Wuzzup, wuzzam)
(Wuzzam, wuzzup)
Them fuck **** never had no money, I'm pullin' the wool up, no money, yeah
(Wuzzup, wuzzam)
(Wuzzam, wuzzup)
(Wuzzup, wuzzam)
Go get the money, knew I was gon' get this money
(Wuzzam, wuzzup)
Knew I was gon' get that money
(Let's go!)
Seventeen, broke as fuck down bad
On luck ain't had no money, yeah
My man had no job
But I'd be damn and we be bummy, yeah
Time to hit the block, go get it up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I want in
Used to eat up errything
Used to call me Munchie then, yeah
Still the same with titties
Thick bout kick bitch, feel my Tommy (Yeah)
I don't play no sir, no I can't play nothin' 'bout my money, yeah
Play 'round with them chopper
Now we play 'round with them Hummers, yeah
I ain't stealin' yo' bitch
But we can get it poppin' dawg, if you want it, yeah, yeah
Wuzzam, wuzzup, yeah
Wuzzup, wuzzam, yeah
Wuzzam, wuzzup, yeah
Get buck, get bapped (Pow)
Wuzzam, wuzzup, yeah
Wuzzup, wuzzam, yeah
Talk shit, get buck, yeah
(Talk shit)
Get buck, get bapped, yeah
(Swear)
I robbed, I trapped (Trap)
I bucked, I bapped
**** outworked a bitch, yeah (Bitch)
I work ya bitch, yeah (Bitch)
I shoot, got shot, yeah
Bust moves, got hot, yeah
I worked the box, yeah (Work)
Drumwork the plot, yeah
I lost my best friend (When?)
He went down the toilet (Damn)
Stop fuckin' with the TECs (When?)
The bitch jammed when I load it (Sheesh)
Had a bitch who flipped the whole game
Ain't even gon' get in that ho shit (Fuck)
Same thing for my main man
**** got caught in the motions (Watch it)
Really rich I just don't do the boastin' (Rich)
Where I'm from that one 12 get to coastin' (Boy)
I remember just havin' that mongoose (Yeah)
Them foreign **** called 'em chauffeurs (I remember)
I remember me not havin' a dime, shootin' steel, heart as cold (Steel)
Bitches still act like they ain't know me, huh (Yeah)
Not ever since she got the Roley
Seventeen, broke as fuck down bad
On luck ain't had no money, yeah
(Ain't nobody had no money, no money)
My man had no job
But I'd be damn and we be bummy, yeah
Time to hit the block, go get it up
Bitch, I want in
Used to eat up errything
Use to call me Munchie then, yeah (Let's go)
Still the same with titties
Thick bout kick bitch, feel my Tommy (Yeah)
I don't play no sir, no I can't play nothin' 'bout my money, yeah
Play 'round with them chopper
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now we play 'round with them Hummers, yeah
I ain't stealin' yo' bitch
(Everything)
But we can get it poppin' dawg, if you want it, yeah, yeah
Wuzzam, wuzzup, yeah
Wuzzup, wuzzam, yeah
(Wuzzup)
Wuzzam, wuzzup, yeah
Get buck, get bapped, I swear
(Yeah)
Wuzzam, wuzzup, yeah
Wuzzup, wuzzam, yeah
(Swear)
Talk shit, get buck, yeah
Get buck, get bapped, yeah
(Talk somethin')
Written by: Joshua "Southside" Luellen, Trouble
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