money in the trap (remix)

i'm the realest nigga breathin'

all my youngins heathens

your bitch she suck the dick

a lot of spit

feel like she teethin'

whoa

bitches love to please me so i dog 'em for no reason

sippin' hi-tech red like fuck the feds

i'm trappin' 'til they see me

ayy

turn a buck to a bowl

cookin' dope

nigga out of north blow

in lil vegas servin' smoke

fuck nigga you a joke

big racks like poke

big old thooka super soak

your partner broke

what you broke

fuck nigga play me

you know i'ma smoke

hoodfame gang

gang a clique full of soldiers

all of my niggas they rogueish

full of red

can't focus

man fuck these rappers 'cause most of 'em bogus

chuck e. cheese

bitch i'm all about tokens

killers on the way

big homie'll smoke him

bitch i'm a boss

you a worker

fuck with the gang and it's murder

ayy

i hit the plug for the trap money

i bought a rari with all hundreds

flex on them

bitch i'ma ball on 'em

my shooters pull up and they all runnin'

mama told me keep flexin'

i drop a grip on a necklace

freak bitch named alexis

i'm in la and i'm sippin' texas

money don't make you real

i was juggin'

fuck a deal

i got a bitch

cook the breakfast

young nigga and i'm flexin' on' em

masi

i'm doin' donuts

i might take your bitch like hold up

look at my pockets

they swole up

f&n might hit you

get wet up

we only fuck with the real niggas

back in the trap

got your bitch on the pill nigga

a broke bitch

i can't deal with you

all of my niggas official

we only fuck with the real niggas

back in the trap

got your bitch on the pill nigga

a broke bitch

i can't deal with you

all of my niggas official

i say now money in the trap

money in the trap

he be sippin' quali

i be sippin' act

i fucked the bitch once but i won't run it back

she be blowin' up my phone

want me to take her back

lil moschino on my belt

see i be in designer

these jeans ysl

see that's another thousand

seminary nigga right in front of housing

got the wraith parked outside

that's three hundred thousand

look i pulled up in a foreign with the doors up

that broke bitch up on my dick

she ain't got no love

i remember back then she had her nose up

but all this money in the trap got me froze up

it's philthy

i got money in the trap

money in the trap

i got money in the trap

money in the trap

i be sippin' strong

these niggas sippin' tap

you can tell 'em it's a wrap

money in the trap

yeah

i got money in the trap

money in the trap

i got money in the trap

money in the trap

i be sippin' strong

these niggas sippin' tap

you can tell 'em it's a wrap

money in the trap

yeah

all of these hundreds

i came up

look at them niggas

they changed up

look how them bitches

they played us

money ain't never gon' change us

vegas with philthy

the top down

i can spend ten on a watch now

caught me a lick for like five pounds

young rich nigga

i'm on top now

lv's on the lime sweater

capo just told me apply pressure

all winter did the yachtmaster

new feathers for the skydweller

i got the keys

the keys

i got your bitch on her knees

i got a trick up my sleeve

trap when it's twenty degrees

started off pitchin' the weed

young nigga ballin'

trap nigga what your bitch want

lot of money out here

boy you broke

go and get some

yeah

harlem nigga with a chopper with him

lot of shooters

gon' be hard to get him

know them shooters gon' be probably with him

only broke boys got a problem with him

i got money in this shoebox

got them pounds up in the attic

got that chopper for you hatin' ass niggas that want some static

every day is hella traffic

shit we sell

they gotta have it

you know i stack that cabbage

runnin' up plays just to stash it

i'm gettin' it off the celly

takin' trips to cali

pullin' up on philthy

hundred dollar jewelries

still fucked up 'bout my nigga fatman

found my nigga guilty

told him on bro every day i'm gon' get that appeal b

gettin' it out the corner store

grindin' hard

i wanted more

trappin' hardly

that's for sure

trappin' out that honda accord

now i got that big face rollie on my wrist

thirty thousand on this chain

your bitch wan' give me a kiss

i got money in the trap

oh yeah that bag comin'

you sent the wrong shooter

killed your crash dummy

i fuck his bitch on the first date

baton rouge be my birthplace

a lot of these niggas love to hate

so i let the chopper fuck up they face

most of these niggas don't know they place

i'm gettin' mine

we not in a race

gotta count and chase bank

i'm top notch

you low rank

so why would i complain?

fuck what you think

i'm insane

these bitches

they know i'm the man

do this for family and fans

fuck a nigga with that fan

move through drums like a band

got your bitch lifted on lindsay lohan

i pop a perky then mix it with xans

when i be tooted nigga i get them bands up

let me get it

slogan

that be my trance

one hundred up in that draco make 'em dance

one hundred up in that draco make 'em bands

move through guns like a taliban

nigga know i be gone off the xans

i got money in the trap

money in the trap

i got money in the trap

money in the trap

i be sippin' strong

these niggas sippin' tap

you can tell 'em it's a wrap

money in the trap

yeah

i got money in the trap

money in the trap

i got money in the trap

money in the trap

i be sippin' strong

these niggas sippin' tap

you can tell 'em it's a wrap

money in the trap

yeah