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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Gotit
Lil Gotit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Semaja Render
Semaja Render
Songwriter
Tom Insana
Tom Insana
Songwriter
Kevin Richardson
Kevin Richardson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K Rich
K Rich
Producer
Nick Bane
Nick Bane
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
West
West
Producer

Letra

Trap House cost a Benz (trap) Poppin locks and flippin' Benz Popping out my Timbs (my Timbs) Wiping off my lease I'm trying to concentrate on sins (sins) Just heard my dawg voice he goin' hard in that Pin (Dawg) Ion fuck on friends I give em' hugs on the way in (oohohooh) I'm from Conley I be honest and to be in (be honest) We don't fuck on friends, we fuck on fine shit (fine shit) I came up from no Prezi levelled to surprises (yeah) They can't never show a backend cuz they lyin' Casamigos met her friend and now I'm divin' in Money don't grow on trees Cheesin' wit the rose gold teeth 7.62 take the hair off that baby You thought it grew out alopecia (god damn) Run up a check and I'm standing on business I turn up her Ion go to the creek (standing on) I heard them boys like to fly Used to go to the ground we keep it on fleek (huuh) Young nigga playin' wit a check It's 2000 dollars we put on a tee 448 From RARI Keep it 1000 cost a fee This a Import that baby loaded like a Bentley You know Ian talm 'bout me I'm in New York like a Panda (Panda) Co keep them bands like he Santa (Santa) Chopper sound like a piano Red beam on that boy you can play like you run-up But you gone be running wit Prancer Lemme sip on that Fanta (ice) Then she fuck like the? Trap House cost a Benz (trap) Poppin locks and flippin' Benz Popping out my Timbs (Timbs) Wiping off my lease I'm trying to concentrate on sins (sins) Just heard my dawg voice he goin' hard in that Pin (Dawgs) Ion fuck on friends I give em' hugs on the way in (oohohooh) I'm from Conley I be honest and to be in (be honest) We don't fuck on friends, we fuck on fine shit (fine shit) I came up from no Prezi levelled to surprises (yeeah) Iced out Rollie like Gunna Prezi, it's timeless (Gunna Wunna) Cuff yo hoe don't want this thot then come and find the bitch Rose Gold Championship Rings (Rose) Pour up a four of that Lean (four) Nigga wit some Chrome Heart Jeans Nigga talm bout Ice and they freeze (brr) I'ma leave em where he can't breathe (brrrr) Top shelf rockin' BBs (got it) Walk 'em down me and my Ps (wooo) Big check Heard you want problems where the stick at? Go put a dime where they chew at Where I come from yeah I do get back Chasin' Dolla signs go hit the block with a big bag You a gangsta den prove it None of this shit be new to me See my bitch in Poochie Diamonds ain't nun you ain't foolin' me I be rollin' (rollin') Like my dawg like borex My bitch like Kelly Rowland (Rowland) 457 I'm rollin' Trap House cost a Benz (trap) Poppin locks and flippin' Benz Popping out my Timbs (Timbs) Wiping off my lease I'm trying to concentrate on sins (sins) Just heard my dawg voice he goin' hard in that Pin (Dawgs) Ion fuck on friends I give em' hugs on the way in (oohohooh) I'm from Conley I be honest and to be in (be honest) We don't fuck on friends, we fuck on fine shit (fine shit) I came up from no Prezi levelled to surprises (yeeah)
Writer(s): Kevin Richardson, Semaja Zair Render, Thomas Insana Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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