Gucci Mane - Trap Money (Remix) Lyrics
Gucci Mane Lyrics
Trap Money (Remix) Lyrics
[Chorus x2: Gucci Mane]
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap [x2]
I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money
20 for a hoe and that's really trap money
[B.A.:]
B.A.!
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion
Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton magnum
How he out here swaggin? Dat be what they askin
I drop them white bricks, call it dope boy magic
Dopeology, you should take one of my classes
Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants saggin
Rob you on Front Street a 75 blastin
My partners know I'm good in the hood besides rappin
I got trap money cabage, it's 30 if you askin
D trap money lavish, ain't gotta make it rappin
Fruity bandz the cabbage, them country niggaz taxin
Ballin like Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic
I robbed a nigga twosie in some Rap Lord fashion
Say young'n in the hood, I'm a trap money addict
Cartier glasses, you see that I got money
I wake up early in the mornin I need me some trap money
[Chorus]
[Mook:]
Mook~!
20 bandz vacuum seal nigga that's my pack money
Ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
22 on cents, I'm a wrap it 'round them
First I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them racks bro
Bust off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl
When I get the pack in you know I'm water whippin her
No top on the whip, tank top Louis V
You can call me tank top cause all I do is wifebeat
Talkin smart on the phone, price just gone up
Take it or leave it homeboy, either way I give a f*ck
Pot cold, LB's, kush by the O-Z's
Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt cheap
Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap sto'
Well connected nigga courtesy of my amigo
Flyin down 20 East, trunk full of dirty birdies
In the middle of the drought we let them bitches fly for 30
In the kitchen cuttin work I gotta do my two-step
Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front stop
Now I'm on Y-65, just got off I-10
In the handicap van, fill it up with midgets man
I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come from rappin money
Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my trap money
[Chorus]
I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap [x2]
I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money
20 for a hoe and that's really trap money
[B.A.:]
B.A.!
Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion
Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton magnum
How he out here swaggin? Dat be what they askin
I drop them white bricks, call it dope boy magic
Dopeology, you should take one of my classes
Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants saggin
Rob you on Front Street a 75 blastin
My partners know I'm good in the hood besides rappin
I got trap money cabage, it's 30 if you askin
D trap money lavish, ain't gotta make it rappin
Fruity bandz the cabbage, them country niggaz taxin
Ballin like Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic
I robbed a nigga twosie in some Rap Lord fashion
Say young'n in the hood, I'm a trap money addict
Cartier glasses, you see that I got money
I wake up early in the mornin I need me some trap money
[Chorus]
[Mook:]
Mook~!
20 bandz vacuum seal nigga that's my pack money
Ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money
You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band
22 on cents, I'm a wrap it 'round them
First I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper
Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them racks bro
Bust off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl
When I get the pack in you know I'm water whippin her
No top on the whip, tank top Louis V
You can call me tank top cause all I do is wifebeat
Talkin smart on the phone, price just gone up
Take it or leave it homeboy, either way I give a f*ck
Pot cold, LB's, kush by the O-Z's
Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt cheap
Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap sto'
Well connected nigga courtesy of my amigo
Flyin down 20 East, trunk full of dirty birdies
In the middle of the drought we let them bitches fly for 30
In the kitchen cuttin work I gotta do my two-step
Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front stop
Now I'm on Y-65, just got off I-10
In the handicap van, fill it up with midgets man
I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come from rappin money
Ten bands, all tens, nigga that's my trap money
[Chorus]
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