歌詞
Are you in the mafia
Make you lose your mind
I gotta hit this road, don't be askin' why
All this money keep callin, gotta answer my phone
I'll be in the trenches trappin' all night long
Had a pussy waitin' when a **** get home
I'ma pin you to the bed and fuck you all night long
Tell me that you understand
That I'm out here in these streets
I need you waitin' patiently
Baby, that's all I need
I'm on your mind like some bad news
When you close your eyes, you vision me
On your body like some tattoos
From the back, I'm amazed how that ass move
I'm a bag chaser, hate to say it, baby, cash moves
Fast moves, I'm in the streets chewin' like cashews
Run into a bag, can't compare me to your last dude
He be outdated, pockets achin, that's some sad news
Money congregatin' in my pocket, tryna add to it
Infatuated with them blue backs
Dedicated to this come up
And it's comin, that's a true fact
Come here, baby, I can eat it like some fruit snacks
How you runnin, tryna catch your breath when I do that
I can't even lie, you've been on my mind
I've been in the trenches, I can't miss a dime
Give you penetration, make you lose your mind
When I gotta hit this road, don't be askin' why
All this money keep callin, gotta answer my phone
I be in the trenches trappin' all night long
Had a pussy waitin' when a **** get home
I'ma pin you to the bed and fuck you all night long
Tell me that you understand
That I'm out here in these streets
I need you waitin' patiently
Baby, that's all I need
Who that other than I, the one you dream of
How you like a fiend seldom seen, but it's still love
It feel tough, longin' for stick, and you gave up
Unappreciated and dissonant, you don't feel love
You know I'm in the trenches with thugs, and it's still up
Gotta get up back, can't be broke, that shit's a disgust
Tryna make a flip so I can take you on a trip
Always mad, I'm guessin, but baby, that's just how it is
When I touch you, you get butterflies and goosebumps
When I look you dead in your eyes to that pussy, girl, I do somethin
But my phone keep ringin, I gotta do somethin
You hard to man in the truck, I'm tryna move somethin
You tryna bob down my sled during this cool runnin
Sorry, got a decline, they spendin' 3200
Tell me that I'm hoppin' out the whip and gettin' to the money
I can see it all in your face that you still love me
I can't even lie, you've been on my mind
I've been in the trenches, I can't miss a dime
Give you penetration, make you lose your mind
And I gotta hit this road, don't be askin' why
All this money keep callin, gotta answer my phone
I be in the trenches trappin' all night long
Had a pussy waitin' when a **** came home
I'ma pin you to the bed and fuck you all night long
Tell me that you understand
That I'm out here in these streets
I need you waitin' patiently
Baby, that's all I need
Written by: robert roscoe smith
