Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna talk (I'll call you back)
You can tell I got this sack just by the way I walk
On the shit, face it (Face it), you **** basic
Bought a half a P to smoke in, a pint of purple to chase it
I'm sippin' on a codeine margarita
My Mexican bitch, I call her my mamacita
I met her brother, now I got work for a little cheaper (Yeah)
They immigrants don't suppose to be here so the illegal
[Verse 2]
Trappin', trappin', trap
Trappin', trappin', trappin'
Trappin', trappin', trap
Trappin', trappin', trappin'
Trappin' out a mansion
Trappin' out a mansion
[Verse 3]
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna talk (I'll call you back)
You can tell I got this sack just by the way I walk
On the shit, face it (Face it), you **** basic
Bought a half a P to smoke in, a pint of purple to chase it
I'm sippin' on a codeine margarita
My Mexican bitch, I call her my mamacita
I met her brother, now I got work for a little cheaper (Yeah)
They immigrants don't suppose to be here, so they illegal
[Verse 4]
He looked at me and said, "We gonna get this money"
I said, "Bitch, nothin' but respect"
****, you know I'm all about the check
My old school worth more than a new 'vette
Fuckin' other ****, bitches, I call that new set
[Verse 5]
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches, ay
[Verse 6]
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah
[Verse 7]
Fuck them ****, fuck these bitches
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches, ay
[Verse 8]
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah
[Verse 9]
Roll it up my ****
Roll it up, I'm with you
I was rollin' up 'fore I was old enough
Word, the color of a coconut
Put holes in your shirt like a poker dot
Go nuts in the parking lot
Dope boy with a Audemar
Woulda make dance with a Audemar
I got a stripper bitch in my screen saver
Look me, you don't need cable
Pockets on, Lee Haney
My best friend is a three eighty
Big rims, no teenagers
That deuces deuces, and deuce fours
Deuce sixes, and deuce eight
Y'all sweet, toothaches
[Verse 10]
I'm killin' me these beats man, I need to get a suit made
I'm so cold, man, I need to get some soup made
Self-paid, I'll be talkin' to myself like
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah
[Verse 11]
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches, ay
[Verse 12]
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah
[Verse 13]
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches
Fuck these ****, fuck these bitches, ay
[Verse 14]
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah
Written by: Tauheed Epps
