[Chorus 2X: Gucci I got trap money, I got trap-I got [2X] I got 20 for a show, but really rap money 20 for a hoe and that's trap money
[B.A.] B.A.!! Blue flashin, checkin out my mansion so flashy, Louis Vuitton magnum How he out here Dat be what they askin I the white crease, call it dope boy magic Dopeology, you take one of my classes Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants Rob you on Front in 75 classic My potnahs I'm good in the hood besides rappin I got trap money cabin, it's 30 if you D trap money lavish, gotta make it rappin Fruity the cabbage, them country niggaz taxin Ballin Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic I robbed a nigga twosie in some Rap Lord Say young'n in the hood, I'm a money addict Cartier glasses, you see that I got I wake up early in the mornin I me some trap money
Mook! 20 back, you see a nigga, that's my pack money Look I got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money You see the in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band 22 on cents, I'ma wrap it them And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back rat chicks Bust off goin fast, you can call it girl When I get the panky you know I'm whippin her No top on the whip, top Louis V You can call me top cause all I do is wifebeat smart on the phone, price just gone up Take it or leave it homeboy, either way I give a Pot cold, LB's, by the O-Z's Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the cheap Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin sto' Well nigga courtesy of my amigos Flyin down 20 East, trunk full of dirty In the middle of the we let them bitches fly for 30 In the kitchen cuttin work I gotta do my I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front stop Now I'm on Y-65, just got off In the van, fill it up with midgets man I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come from rappin Ten bands, all tens, that's my trap money