Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Trauma Tone, Trauma Tone, Trauma Tone)
[Verse 2]
Load up the truck, I be trafficking
Diamonds on me, and they African
Gold on me, like an African
Bitch, I'm the king of the jungle
I pop a seal, pour a four and stumble
She hop on top and she ride me with passion
I'm in the kitchen, I break down the brick with some passion
Break down the bale with some passion
Just hit a bitch on the kitchen counter
Just put a 50 in a money counter
We made that dirty money, take a shower
We made that dirty money, take a shower
I fucked around and swiped a lil' plastic
I fucked around and served a couple addicts
I hit the moon rocks, I'm on another planet
[Verse 3]
Load up them kilos and P's
We used to traffic with ease
We used to buy 'em and leave
We used to serve 'em and leave
Now we be growing them trees
A couple losses, had to hit my knees
Carbon 15 for enemies
I went and started an enterprise
I never cried a Lil' Sosa died
I shot at robber, he thought it was sweet
You see Margiela's on a **** feet
Activism all in my bloodstream
Vvs' in a **** piece
I had to turn that dirty money clean
She just gone hop on top and ride me with some passion
I had to trap out a house that's abandoned
Just put like 50 in a **** car
Then I went home and I popped a bar
Hit the moon rocks and I go to Mars
We had to hustle for wishing on a star
Feeling so grateful, my check up to par
Came from the streets and it left me with scars
I put that dirty money in the shower
I want that dirty money and the power
[Verse 4]
Load up the truck, I be trafficking
Diamonds on me, and they African
Gold on me, like an African
Bitch, I'm the king of the jungle
I pop a seal, pour a four and stumble
She hop on top and she ride me with passion
I'm in the kitchen, I break down the brick with some passion
Break down the bale with some passion
Just hit a bitch on the kitchen counter
Just put a 50 in a money counter
We made that dirty money take a shower (Uh-huh)
We made that dirty money take a shower (Oh)
I fucked around and swiped a lil' plastic (Oh)
I fucked around and served a couple addicts
I hit the moon rocks, I'm on another planet
[Verse 5]
I woke up in my loft (Oh)
Bitch play with my balls (Oh)
I took a moment to thank God (Oh)
I took my son out to the mall (Ah)
I'm not at work, I supply jobs (Yeah)
Playing get hit with these hot bars (Oh)
I'm on some islands with foreign broads (Whoo)
All in their buns like a hot dog (Ooh)
He not a G, no, he actin' (He actin')
He got funny money, Micheal Blackson
Diamonds on me like an African
Tell them ****, come try again (Come on)
Yeah, I'm that **** who shot at him (Shot)
Yeah, I'm that **** who gotta win (I gotta)
Fuck ****, say bye to him (Bye-bye)
Mama told you I'm not your friend (No)
Bitch, I got passion for trappin' (Whoa)
I whippin out bricks and I'm dabbin' (Dab)
I've always had passion for fashion
45 in my Barmar's and they saggin' (Whoa, whoa)
I do Louis Vuitton on a average
****, what's Gucci? You know I'm a savage
Got iced out, Glizzy my blast
So, sucker, don't ask me how many carats (God damn)
[Verse 6]
Load up the truck, I be trafficking
Diamonds on me, and they African
Gold on me, like an African
Bitch, I'm the king of the jungle
I pop a seal, pour a four and stumble
She hop on top and she ride me with passion
I'm in the kitchen, I break down the brick with some passion
Break down the bale with some passion
Just hit a bitch on the kitchen counter
Just put a 50 in a money counter
We made that dirty money, take a shower
We made that dirty money, take a shower
I fucked around and swiped a lil' plastic
I fucked around and served a couple addicts
I hit the moon rocks, I'm on another planet
Written by: Bobby Orlando
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