Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zillionaire Doe
Zillionaire Doe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armondo Griffin
Armondo Griffin
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
Fuelz got that heat
[Verse 1]
Three sixty-five, we on the same shit
Get a load, bust it down, split it with the clique
Took that trip by myself, I did it for the team
Streams went crazy, dropped that D-Boi Dreams
Started with a half an ounce, came a long way
Ridin' 'round, nowhere to go, ****, me, and K
Find a plug, feed the team, D-Boi shit
Trust Mel with my life, can't leave him out the mix
Best feeling in the world, everybody eat
Manny never showed a flaw, he gotta get a piece
Hate to see my **** down, it really fuck with me
Had to cut some **** off, ain't really fuck with me
Bro gon' send an extra hundred, really fuck with me
I'll never cross my ****, know it's stuck with me
When you down, bad, and broke, they gon' treat you bad
Real-**** motivation, go and get a bag
[Verse 2]
When you was clockin' in, ****, I was in the trap
Got one foot in, one still out
Know this shit don't last forever, focus on the rap
Addicted to the money, hard to let go of the trap
Well, you can get however many, ****, we in a drought
How he let go?
Label callin' every day, say they want some more
**** trap still roll, somebody get the door
[Chorus]
Drop this shit here, call it "Trap Motivation"
Shit like dope, want some more, streets waitin'
Take your time if you gon' ball, ****, be patient
Bro see the vision, say he wanna see me make it
Rap shit don't pop, I'm back in the trap
Put my life on the line, forty in my lap
Still do whatever first, my people gotta eat
Lock my trap back down, I'm finna flood the streets
[Verse 3]
Gave this shit my all, **** gotta make it
Don't nobody give you nothin', **** gotta take it
Young boss, ****, do nothin' basic
Love them dead presidents like a **** racist
Fuck the money counter, quick to thumb through it
People treat a **** different till you get to it
Used to the plug talk, **** talkin' fluent
Lost it all tryna win, I done been through it
Everything ain't all gravy, know what come with it
**** better know it
And they always talkin' cash, but don't never show it
It'll be a baller, know a **** quick to blow it
They don't know you in the store, you a window shopper
I just left Neiman Marcus, low-top Pradas
How you talkin' 'bout the Nicks, you ain't got a dollar?
We just got some new flavors, you worried 'bout a flower
Credit good with them people, ****, A1
Before I ever made a song, **** been one
Name hold weight, ****, get them loads in
I just got back, ****, gotta go again
Pop another rubber band, hurt a **** hand
When you playin' with six figures, stack it by the ten
Seats full of young **** tryna leave the trap
All this shit a **** got, I had before the rap
[Chorus]
Drop this shit here, call it "Trap Motivation"
Shit like dope, want some more, streets waitin'
Take your time if you gon' ball, ****, be patient
Bro see the vision, say he wanna see me make it
Rap shit don't pop, I'm back in the trap
Put my life on the line, forty in my lap
Still do whatever first, my people gotta eat
Lock my trap back down, I'm finna flood the streets
Written by: Armondo Griffin
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