Trap Money (feat. Li Rye, Sett) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Li rye/Sett
Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Daniel Johnson/Roderick Henderson/Kaimon Carwell/Aubrey Johnson/Henry Zant
Produced by：DKJ
I still got trap money trap extortion and rap money rap
If I'm bein' honest I'm bein' honest
Murder and love keep it three hundred them members
Gon' die 'bout that money
Gon' die 'bout that bread
Runnin' with jackers Jackers certified smackers smackers
Don't get wrapped like mummy wrapped like mummy
Addin' 'em up addin' 'em lay in your bushes nigga
Monday through Sunday Monday through Sunday
King Crook you get slimed for nothin'
Mask down Shiesty'll be home 'fore the summer
Free Shiesty
Get up in line you niggas be runners
Get up and run 'em
Tryna book Crook better come with some commas commas
This **** better come up in bundles in a bag
Promotors be trippin' they lie we gon' bump 'em
Send a blitz too fast all they know is thump 'em
Get 'em touched
Three hundred through his ****
I ain't give him a number
My head was hard as a ***** so
I went and got me a glizzy and put it to work
Ain't worried 'bout no nigga steppin' on me
He play wrong in this ***** and I'm uppin' it first
I don't need no switch
I can go spin with this semi and
Make the ***** shoot like a burst
Headtap leave that ***** in a hearse
Same nigga be tryna be friendly
Still be gettin' they a*s taxed for a verse
***** I'm Big 26 I hop out with a stick
Better stay out the way or get hit in the face
Ain't no competition with these niggas
And I don't take 'em serious
When they look at this **** like a race
Bad ***** gon' eat the dick off the rip
All these blues on a nigga might think I'm a Crip
Catch 'em lackin' I'm uppin' that ***** off the hip
Throwin' fours 'til I die nigga shout out to Flip
I still got trap money trap extortion and rap money
Rap if I'm bein' honest I'm bein' honest
Murder and love keep it three hundred them
Members gon' die 'bout that money
Gon' die 'bout that bread
Runnin' with jackers jackers certified smackers smackers
Don't get wrapped like mummy wrapped like mummy
Addin' 'em up addin' 'em lay in your bushes nigga
Monday through Sunday Monday through Sunday
King Crook you get slimed for nothin'
Mask down Shiesty'll be home 'fore the summer
Free Shiesty
Get up in line you niggas be runners
Get up and run 'em
Tryna book Crook better come with some commas commas
This **** better come up in bundles in a bag
Promotors be trippin' they lie we gon' bump 'em
Send a blitz too fast all they know is thump 'em
Get 'em touched
Three hundred through his ****
I ain't give him a number go
Record in New York raised in Atlanta but from Alabama true
From the 6 to the M retired like a mobster
And moved to Miami wow
My ***** in a lemon my jit in a Porsche
You can't buy a Camry well damn
Mr. Davis no Sammy new all-white Bentley yeah
That's for the nanny Granny
So Icy the family so Icy the gang so Icy the mob so Icy
So Icy the label this ain't no facade this **** like a job
We workin'
When times were hard we stole we lied
We had to rob facts
Mama tried to tell me right from wrong my head
Was hard Mama
Potato on barrel then hit your **** in
The spot you flexin' my lil' niggas run in run
Crook **** nigga I done turned to a trend
Block hot leave it runnin' snatch it again what
Murder and love that's what they spin off the murder
Headtap headtap burn 'em again te amo
Tryna boost the rate 'bout they man unconditional
Opposition never win
Frrt-frrt-frrt get 'em smacked
Never payin' frrt Drac' fully F&N
Bend they block nothin' but fans Bend 'em
Tryna put somethin' in the wind in the air
Hawk down get your mans HDG
1017 on my back I don't bend on my back
Triple cross for that 3 all in
That 3 on my chest nigga
Concrete for the bricks locked in
I still got trap money extortion and rap money
If I'm bein' honest
Murder and love keep it three hundred
Them members gon' die 'bout that money
Runnin' with jackers certified smackers
Don't get wrapped like mummy
Addin' 'em up lay in your bushes nigga
Monday through Sunday
King Crook you get slimed for nothin'
Mask down Shiesty'll be home 'fore the summer
Get up in line you niggas be runners
Tryna book Crook better come with some commas
This **** better come up in bundles
Promotors be trippin' they lie we gon' bump 'em
Send a blitz too fast all they know is thump 'em
Three hundred through his ****
I ain't give him a number
