Gucci Mane: Yeah Money Maker Ruckers Man. Ten over ????Entertainment Tru whats happening. Yeah call'em true cause the know they the truth man. That boi Gucci yeah! we make them hoes say...
Chorus: Yo trap dont boom like mine Yo paper aint longer than mine, than mine Aw man 8x
Yo bitch aint finna than mine, than mine Yo rims aint talla than mine, than mine Aw man 8
Verse 1: You neva seen a thug like this aw man Im choppin down them bricks tryna wipe Jackie Chan My money come fast My work come in grams My soldiers keep straps like they work for Uncle Sam My chain like uhh! My wrist like damn! I show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cash ? portea inside ten outside red lookin like a coke can I keep a pretty brown round and young yella i gotta butta freakin rican and french vanilla My trap boom hard My bxtch real fine Papi on the way we call it crunch time[Chea!]
Yo trap dont roll like mine Yo paper aint longer than mine, than mine Aw man 8x
Yo bitch aint finna than mine, than mine Yo rims aint talla than mine, than mine Aw man 8
Verse 2: Imma lean wit it serve a feen wit it On the block since the age of thirteen wit it In the kitchen water whippin a thousand eight grams Im standin over the stove and Im doin it wit one hand aw man fruit man tucan sam two hundred or seven gram got yam a lotta land Im selling that grown man Aw man Im on that Kush tonight And I aint stoppin till the chopper hitchu and ya body start rockin My chain got an amonia Watch got the bird-flu Came to the club smellin like a pound of purple Big cat ruckas nigga its a movement This aint hip-hop this is drug dealer music
Yo trap dont boom like mine Yo paper aint longer than mine, than mine Aw man 8x
Yo bxtch aint finna than mine, than mine Yo rims aint talla than mine, than mine Aw man 8
.45: I trap hard nigga Stunt hard nigga Every bxtch in the club jock a young nigga 4,5 big cat representa nigga 28s sittin high Ima giant nigga Blowin kush muthafucka can you smell me nigga Ridin through the city flyin wit the top back Quarter key a the yam in the napsack Big tank throwin pills to the quarterbacks Me and mail man [Chea!] Atcha bxtch house Babymama cookin work at the trap house She serving coke like she work at the Waffle House 4,5 count stacks at the stash yo!
Yo trap dont boom like mine Yo paper aint longer than mine, than mine Aw man 8x
Yo bxtch aint finna than mine, than mine Yo rims aint talla than mine, than mine Aw man 8Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
