[Hook: x2] Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dope, so much coke, trapping can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed
[Verse 1:] All these fufu ass niggas Man, just move around! If staining up was a sport, I would be up, God damn! We ain't wifeing these hoes, cause we don't give a damn! Getting money was a sport, I would be up some fam Better stay up in your lane cause we don't give a damn! My youngins with the shits, bitch we don't give a damn I say this 30 that I'm blowing it'll lay em down I keep my circle close cause I don't fuck around
[Hook: x2] Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dope, so much coke, trapping can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed
[Verse 2:] I'm the real trap nigga, you can see it in my eyes I got weight, lot of grams, and I still selling bagss I need a new connect, cause his prices' getting high Threw some Bandz out at the factory, I'm just trying to get it back Get it back, get it back, hit the trap, I get it back I got workers in the back, and they're pushing all these packs God damn, God damn, I'm the man, girlfriend Suck my dick, suck my dick, bitch, you gotta do my man! Any stains any Licks, you know I need ends Kick the dough, lay you down, split the profit with my man's Aye Fredo you know, we getting it in! split the profit with my man's
[Hook: x2] Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dope, so much coke, trapping can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
