Let the trap sing
Yea my nigga
We gon run it up
Out here counting
All my blessings
Tell them niggaz they could
Never ever f*ck this up
We came from nothing
All my niggaz
Wanted bentley trucks
Moving like we won the lotto
Bussing thru the door
All my niggaz bout to f*ck it up
I told that bitch dress up like ya Favourite Star yea
I took that bitch right down to the Money ball yea
She wore them shorts super short wit The ass out
Drove in cars go so fast she prolly Pass out, cash out
Let the trap sing
Yea my nigga
We gon run it up
Out here counting
All my blessings
Tell them niggaz they could
Never ever f*ck this up
They told me last year
Stupid nigga you should
Really prolly give it up
I'm on a wave now
Whipping foreigns
Nigga came up from a city bus
We gon let it sing
We gon get it right
Let that fire burn
Keep ya bitch in sight
Keep ya bitch inside
If you wanna keep her
The trap singing finna
Make her a believer
Told me what she want
Want the porsche wit the wing
And a bag from saint laurent
All my niggaz want them rings
We been ballin from the start
We gon come up like some kings
We just gotta play our part
Online shopping putting mansions
In a cart and a yacht
Plus an island for da dawgs
Fill me up on that premium of course
Rari swerving wit the rollie or Chopard on
Let the trap sing
Yea my nigga
We gon run it up
Out here counting
All my blessings
Tell them niggaz they could
Never ever f*ck this up
They told me last year
Stupid nigga you should
Really prolly give it up
I'm on a wave now
Whipping foreigns
Nigga came up from a city bus
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Let the trap sing
Yea my nigga
We gon run it up
Out here counting
All my blessings
Tell them niggaz they could
Never ever f*ck this up
We came from nothing
All my niggaz
Wanted bentley trucks
Moving like we won the lotto
Bussing thru the door
All my niggaz bout to f*ck it up
I told that bitch dress up like ya Favourite Star yea
I took that bitch right down to the Money ball yea
She wore them shorts super short wit The ass out
Drove in cars go so fast she prolly Pass out, cash out
Let the trap sing
Yea my nigga
We gon run it up
Out here counting
All my blessings
Tell them niggaz they could
Never ever f*ck this up
They told me last year
Stupid nigga you should
Really prolly give it up
I'm on a wave now
Whipping foreigns
Nigga came up from a city bus
We gon let it sing
We gon get it right
Let that fire burn
Keep ya bitch in sight
Keep ya bitch inside
If you wanna keep her
The trap singing finna
Make her a believer
Told me what she want
Want the porsche wit the wing
And a bag from saint laurent
All my niggaz want them rings
We been ballin from the start
We gon come up like some kings
We just gotta play our part
Online shopping putting mansions
In a cart and a yacht
Plus an island for da dawgs
Fill me up on that premium of course
Rari swerving wit the rollie or Chopard on
Let the trap sing
Yea my nigga
We gon run it up
Out here counting
All my blessings
Tell them niggaz they could
Never ever f*ck this up
They told me last year
Stupid nigga you should
Really prolly give it up
I'm on a wave now
Whipping foreigns
Nigga came up from a city bus
Yea my nigga
We gon run it up
Out here counting
All my blessings
Tell them niggaz they could
Never ever f*ck this up
We came from nothing
All my niggaz
Wanted bentley trucks
Moving like we won the lotto
Bussing thru the door
All my niggaz bout to f*ck it up
I told that bitch dress up like ya Favourite Star yea
I took that bitch right down to the Money ball yea
She wore them shorts super short wit The ass out
Drove in cars go so fast she prolly Pass out, cash out
Let the trap sing
Yea my nigga
We gon run it up
Out here counting
All my blessings
Tell them niggaz they could
Never ever f*ck this up
They told me last year
Stupid nigga you should
Really prolly give it up
I'm on a wave now
Whipping foreigns
Nigga came up from a city bus
We gon let it sing
We gon get it right
Let that fire burn
Keep ya bitch in sight
Keep ya bitch inside
If you wanna keep her
The trap singing finna
Make her a believer
Told me what she want
Want the porsche wit the wing
And a bag from saint laurent
All my niggaz want them rings
We been ballin from the start
We gon come up like some kings
We just gotta play our part
Online shopping putting mansions
In a cart and a yacht
Plus an island for da dawgs
Fill me up on that premium of course
Rari swerving wit the rollie or Chopard on
Let the trap sing
Yea my nigga
We gon run it up
Out here counting
All my blessings
Tell them niggaz they could
Never ever f*ck this up
They told me last year
Stupid nigga you should
Really prolly give it up
I'm on a wave now
Whipping foreigns
Nigga came up from a city bus
Writer: Jevon Campbell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid