[Chorus] They flex on me, that was my old ho I'm in the trap, I don't go home I want a coupe where the doors go up I want a coupe where the doors go up You know what I'm sayin' when the doors over I'm in the trap and I'm doin' somethin' I'm in the trap and I'm blowin' somethin' That money machine be doin' somethin' My bitch on the floor, she doin' somethin' Countin' that money, we doin' somethin' Countin' that money, we movin' somethin' Need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin' Need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin' I need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin' I need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin'
[Verse 1] I need her to score up the wood for somethin' Pass a cookie blunt like a baton Lil shawty be bustin' for somethin' She from the brick and she bustin' for somethin' Young boy,ice on my boy not the crizzack Let's get it, we smokin' exotic, the pizzack The pounds by the hundred, they finna be busy I walked out the trap to go walk on the trizzack, hold up I send up that shit with the visit, hold up You can get a skittle for an extra rack, hold on Gotta have clout for your habitat Gotta have sticks and a Glock for the habitat, hold on Saw me in Caliport, [?] in Beverly Hills, ridin' in a Maybach "What your block like nigga?" Come on my block, we'll steal your Hellcat, turn it to a stray cat Two million ups and down, in the street shit where the real niggas shake back I can ride foreign 'cause I play the quarterback They tryna fuck up my play like a cornerback Just 'cause a nigga got money, can't honor that Can you go back to your block where the shooters at? Nigga my wrist and my ride where a cooler at Middle the mall where your jeweler at
[Chorus] They flex on me, that was my old ho I'm in the trap, I don't go home I want a coupe where the doors go up I want a coupe where the doors go up You know what I'm sayin' when the doors over I'm in the trap and I'm doin' somethin' I'm in the trap and I'm blowin' somethin' That money machine be doin' somethin' My bitch on the floor, she doin' somethin' Countin' that money, we doin' somethin' Countin' that money, we movin' somethin' Need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin' Need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin' I need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin' I need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin'
[Verse 2] If you knew better you'd do better ho I might just Gucci your sweater though I'm a no limit soldier like KO Walkin' in the fashion boutique, got the calico Pimp cup, make a run ton Havin' twenty-three racks on me right now, ravioli Married to the street, matrimony If we ever gotta break up I need alimony Niggas still be on that trap shit I ain't never been on that cap shit I got assets to the bags and shit Dolce Gabbana on my rags and shit Racks on the block, they threw a flag on that And they came and shot him in the club 'bout that Let's take it back to the old school, they hit him up in the club 'bout that
[Chorus] They flex on me, that was my old ho I'm in the trap, I don't go home I want a coupe where the doors go up I want a coupe where the doors go up You know what I'm sayin' when the doors over I'm in the trap and I'm doin' somethin' I'm in the trap and I'm blowin' somethin' That money machine be doin' somethin' My bitch on the floor, she doin' somethin' Countin' that money, we doin' somethin' Countin' that money, we movin' somethin' Need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin' Need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin' I need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin' I need a lil bitty gon' move or somethin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.