Lyrics

I'm in the trenches, I'm gettin' this money, I need me a hood bitch I don't be flexin', I really be poppin', they know that I'm hood rich Hundred bricks came from Pablo, Gunna rollin' up gelato Hope a nigga don't try me, they gon' find a nigga body I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds Hope a nigga don't try me I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds Hope a nigga don't try me Hundred bricks in a duffel bag, got 'em from Pablo Gunna still all in the cut, rollin' gelato Nigga try me, it ain't a move Bet a nigga make the news Fox Five, channel two I ain't trippin', you a fool I just bought some new V-lone Machine on my back, machine on my swag, machine on my belt I been feelin' myself, I done tripled my wealth Starring nobody else, did this shit by myself Yeah, yeah, yeah Remember them days a nigga was broke, now we gettin' to the money Them niggas was hating, them niggas be hating, I think that shit funny, yeah A nigga better not try me, it's gon' be a fuckin' homi All my young niggas gunning, nigga it ain't no running I'm in the trenches, I'm gettin' this money, I need me a hood bitch I don't be flexin', I really be poppin', they know that I'm hood rich Hundred bricks came from Pablo, Gunna rollin' up gelato Hope a nigga don't try me, they gon' find a nigga body I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds Hope a nigga don't try me I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds Hope a nigga don't try me Young nigga, I be flexin' and poppin' Me and Lil Baby the plug and the socket Homicide, ready to catch a body Trap profit got me all four pockets I spent some racks on these diamonds Like a whole hundred thousand Ten pints, I drink gallons I dress like I'm going to Jimmy Fallon Don't give a fuck, we gon' fuck that shit up Drop off a bale in a pickup truck Givenchys are very particular Flooded diamonds, it got princess cut Bend her over, down set hut Fuckin' that ho, put my thumb in her butt We fuckin' that shit up, that ain't nothin' to us We fuckin' that shit up, that ain't nothin' to us I'm in the trenches, I'm gettin' this money, I need me a hood bitch I don't be flexin', I really be poppin', they know that I'm hood rich Hundred bricks came from Pablo, Gunna rollin' up gelato Hope a nigga don't try me, they gon' find a nigga body I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds Hope a nigga don't try me I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds I spent some racks on these diamonds Hope a nigga don't try me
Writer(s): Christopher N'quay Rosser, Dominique Jones, Hoodrich Pablo Juan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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