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I got trap money dawg, |
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Real talk, real spit like, |
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I aint even gotta rap. |
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I'm good nigga, |
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I make hits nigga. |
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Now da word on da street I work for a mil od da low nigga. |
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Shawty Lo in this mutha ****a wit me nigga,westside to zone 6 nigga, |
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Dats wats happenin nigga. |
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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] |
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Ey mane you wanna rock gucci then that means you wanna die, |
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Soon as you shop wit Shawty Lo, tell me what you wanna buy. |
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I'm a rapper, slash trapper, and my lyrics so fye, |
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Every time tha drop come, throw my prices so high. |
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Give some work to my dawg, told em take it round thurr, |
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Soon as you get dat cake, bring it right back here. |
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I got trap money baby, I sell cris, not beers, |
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I got trap money baby, you can check my ears. |
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Half a mil for a deal homie why you sign that? |
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Where I had to cop that gola, they will neva find that. |
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Mix the yay with the soda, it come back to good use, |
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Wife beater on shawty, just to show my tattos. |
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I'm a zone 6 rapper, cash mil thats flat, |
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I aint talkin to you nigga, less u want a tic-tac. |
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Give some work to my dawg, he gone bring dat money back, |
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if i front a 100 pounds, he gone bring a 100 stacks. |
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[chorus:] |
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I got trap money [x3] |
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20 for a show, but it's really rap money |
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20 for a hole, and it's really trap money |
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[x1] |
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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] |
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I'm ridin biggo, we be talkin real illego, |
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I be like 500 taco homes, 75 burritos |
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When I talk to my rocksta, be like where da bubaglot? |
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Twenty thousand pounds, we might bring dat to my trap spot |
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A Chinese plug wit dem pills, no lie, |
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Every time I shop wit him he like hurry up and buy. |
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Gotta rush wit my shoppin cause I really don't curr |
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Got a work and a deal, shawty under control. |
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Got a couple niggas buyin and he want a big part, |
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Hustle our melakim, melakim hustle us. |
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Got a groupie nigga buyin and he really can't walk, |
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And anotha nigga buyin and he really can't talk. |
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You might think that shit funny but I'm not a comedian, |
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Wanna-be trappers seem to lack da ingredients. |
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Gucci Mane and Shawty Lo, we pushin weight nigga, |
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I got trap money nigga, I'm a heavy cake nigga |
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[chorus] |
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[Verse 3: Shawty Lo] |
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I'm at da base, and Gucci at da trp house, |
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I'm in da kitchen and dat shit smellin real loud. |
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And I aint use nothin but a lil soda, |
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A lil water and it jumped back ova |
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30 minutes, thirty grand, |
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I'll bake dem cakes, I'm da baker's man. |
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I'll sell more shoes than baker's man, |
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I'll blow hundreds of grand and baker's man. |
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I got trap money, I got rap money, |
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And I don't rap, I connects da spits, |
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Do what I want, talk, blow on these |
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da blow taught me so I'ma teach da streets |
