Trap Money (feat. Shawty Lo)

Burn one, burn one

See, that mean, I got trap money, dawg

Real talk, real spit like

I ain't even gotta rap

I'm good, ****

I make hits, ****

The word on the street, ****, I'm worth a mil' on the low, ****

Shawty Lo in this muthafucka with me, ****, D4L, ****, westside to Zone 6 ****

It's happenin', ****

Aye, man, you wanna rob Gucci, then that means you wanna die

Soon as you shop with Shawty Lo, tell me what you wanna buy

I'm a rapper-slash-trapper, and my lyrics so fye

Every time the drop come, throw my prices so high

Give some work to my dawg, told 'em take it round there

Soon as you get that cake, bring it right back here

I got trap money, baby, I sell Cris', not beers

I got trap money, baby, you can check my ears

Half a mil' for a deal, homie, why you sign that?

Where I hide that Coca Cola, they will never find that

Mix the yay' with the soda, it come back to good, ooh

Wife beater on with shawty just to show my tattoos

I'm a Zone 6 rapper, catch me on that flat

I ain't talkin' to you, ****, 'less you want a ten pack

Front that work to my dawg, he gon' bring that money back

If I front a hunnid pounds, he gon' bring a hunnid stacks

I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money

Twenty for a show, but it's really rap money

Twenty for a ho, and it's really trap money

I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money

Twenty for a show, but it's really rap money

Twenty for a ho, and it's really trap money, I got trap money

When I talk to my amigo, we be talkin' real illegal

I be like, "Five hunnid tacos, holmes, seventy-five burritos"

When I talk to my rasta, be like, "What the bumbaclaat?"

Twenty thousand pounds, we might bring that to my trap spot

A Chinese plug with the pills, no lie

Every time I shop with him, he like, "Hurry up and buy"

Gotta French **** shoppin' 'cause I really don't care

Then I work him a deal, shawty, au contraire

Got a Muslim **** coppin' and he want a big part

As-salamu alaikum, wa ʿalaykumu s-salām

Got a cripple **** buyin', man, he really can't walk

And a **** usin' sign language, really can't talk

You might think that shit funny but I'm not a comedian

Wanna-be trappers seem to lack the ingredients

Gucci Mane and Shawty Lo been pushin' weight, ****

I got trap money, ****, I'm a heavy cake ****

I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money

Twenty for a show, but it's really rap money

Twenty for a ho, and it's really trap money

I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money

Twenty for a show, but it's really rap money

Twenty for a ho, and it's really trap money, I got trap money

I'm at the base, and Gucci at the trap house

I'm in the kitchen and that shit smellin' real loud

And I ain't use nothin but a lil' soda

A lil water and it jumped back over

Thirty minutes, thirty grand

I'll bake them cakes, I'm the baker's man

I'll sell more shoes than Baker's, man

I'll blow hundreds of grands in Vegas, man

I got trap money, I got rap money

And I don't rap, I finesse this bitch

Do what I want, talk, blow on this

The blow taught me so I'ma teach the streets

I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money

Twenty for a show, but it's really rap money

Twenty for a ho, and it's really trap money

I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money

Twenty for a show, but it's really rap money

Twenty for a ho, and it's really trap money, I got trap money