Trap

Uh-huh, ayy Bay Bay the ambassador, partner, brr Yeah, two, three, four, five (blaow) Six diamond chains on (what?) Yeah, four diamond rings on (for real) Heh, M's on top of M's when I came home (M's) Ha, my lil' bitch, she ratchet, yeah Bend her over, stab it, uh Yoppas, they on deck, let a pussy nigga have it (take that) I be dead fresh, huh, bitch, closed casket I got money habits (trap), tragic (trap) You see the pounds, now you don't, trap nigga magic (walla) Thousand pounds gone (gone) If I make it, memories disappear, am I wrong? Getting head on the 'eway, I just hope I make it home Bitch ratchet just like Trina, but she fine like Nia Long She bad and she a savage, yeah Pretty and she nasty, yeah Do she call me daddy? Yeah Met her in Louisiana, fucked her down in Dallas, yeah Dolph, did you get your first million from sending things from Cali'? Yeah All we know is trappin', yeah A hundred rounds in traffic, yeah Ayy, trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Count (count), count (count) Count (count it), count (count) Count (it's all there), count (count) Count (ayy), count (ayy) If your bitch look good, then I might take her (yeah, yeah) I just fuck 'em, nah, I don't wanna date her (yeah, yeah) Nigga, where your cake? You look like Captain Saver (trap) Money keep calling me, bitch, I'll see you later Run to the paper just like I'm a raider My phone out of data, I don't do no datin' No way with the tape, I run to the paper My bitch want a bracelet, that bitch gotta face it (ugh) They told me, "Be patient," I ran out of patience Rip out 'em, walking, I'm steppin' on Satan Running these plays, gotta me feeling like paying 'em On the way to the jeweler, young nigga go brazy, ooh Too brazy (too brazy), Dolce Gabana my shoelaces (my shoelaces) Two bitches and me, that's two-faces eating that dick like toothpaste (ugh) I ride off, ride off, pay for the cab, no write off Real nigga baby, no knock off (knock off) If a nigga that beef, they get knocked off 458 in the bag (ugh), 2700 on the tag Cook it, cut it, stash it Hole in the mattress, nigga, I'ma tryna roll me a Patek Lying way low in the alley Nigga, we control the traffic 100-some bowls in the attic They gon' be mad at my family Finna go ice on my granny I ain't even got no Grammy (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Trap (trap), trap (trap) Count (count), count (count) Count (count it), count (count) Count (it's all there), count (count) Count (ayy), count (ayy) If your bitch look good, then I might take her (yeah, yeah) I just fuck 'em, nah, I don't wanna date her (yeah, yeah) Nigga, where your cake? You look like Captain Saver (brr) Money keep calling me, bitch, I'll see you later (gone) Bay Bay the ambassador, partner, brr