Top Songs By TRVP DINERO
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TRVP DINERO
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
wowdext3r
Producer
Tony Cazstro
Engineer
Lyrics
I was broke once before
Couldn't take that shit no more
Now I Count Up when I'm bored
All these rackies, gotta hoard
I was really in that field
You was chilling on the porch
Really geeked up just like a dork
In my bag just like I'm Dora
In my mind I'm just exploring
Too much good drank, just keep pouring
This that hellcat, this not foreign
I just know just where I'm going
I walk in I change the weather
These **** light just like a feather
He do it good, I do it better
Put you in a wood, send you to heaven
Been three years ain't think we'd catch 'em
Light that boy up like some matches
Counting up money ain't none of this average
I'm in the back of the Bach with a bad bitch
Your diamonds fake, yeah them bitches look catfish
Don't even let my bitch know where my stash is
Hop in that car with me, you know we crashing
See through the bullshit, I don't need glasses
When I catch you, I ain't giving no passes
You gonna go broke trying to do it like me
FMJ, hallow tips they make you freeze
Looking for your bitch, that bitch she with me
Did you a favor cause she for the streets
Went from the trap to free styling on beats
Slide on that block and I don't need no grease
Pushing them P's & I ain't talking peace
Being around broke ****, that make me sneeze
I done seen shit that you wouldn't believe
I walk around with my heart on my sleeve
I'm in the trap and I love all my fiends
I was the one letting trap **** eat
Old friends acting like they know me
They wasn't around when the tank was on E
I go everywhere with them benji's on me
That's why I keep that flame on me
Double R umbrella, cant rain on me
I was broke once before
Couldn't take that shit no more
Now I Count Up when I'm bored
All these rackies, gotta hoard
I was really in that field
You was chilling on the porch
Really geeked up just like a dork
In my bag just like I'm Dora
In my mind I'm just exploring
Too much good drank, just keep pouring
This that hellcat, this not foreign
I just know just where I'm going
I walk in I change the weather
These **** light just like a feather
Written by: TRVP DINERO