Im tryna turn this trap money into rap money
If you playing with my scratch that a get you smacced dummy
Ima Mac wit a Mac on me now is that funny
Cuzz these Niggas thinc they hot till you pour Da gas on 'em
We've been cursed since birth so everyday its murda N Da first
While you was feeling up her skirt I was digging N her purse
Tryna get it how im living till im living under earth
I heard you couldn't take it wit you while im here im tryna splurge
Remy got me speech slurred pills gotta nigga smacced
Im blowing blunts back to back known to stunt stacking racks
It was all fun N games till they came N that glocc hit em
Rock till Da grave he better pray that Allah wit em
Gotta get paid everyday im on the blicc nigga
I live for these cold summers and hot winters
A hot head for the bread I really pop Niggas
Enough said play wit my bread im at yo top nigga
Im tryna turn this trap money into rap money
If you playing with my scratch that a get you smacced dummy
Ima Mac wit a Mac on me now is that funny
Cuzz these Niggas thinc they hot till you pour Da gas on 'em
40 days 40 nights all it did was rain
40 days wit no lights all I felt was pain
The fear of dying broke kept me on my papa chase
So if you any about the dough stay the fucc out my way
I want the money N the power they can keep the fame
Im N the game bitch I came juss to stake my claim
Im from a place where these Niggas shoot everyday
You want the truth juss look the youth off N the face
Dreams turning into visions the mission's the cake
Aim wit procession handle Niggas that get N the way
Fucc talking cuzz really ain't Shit you could say
Made up my mind ima slide for the 5th till Da grave
Swear the more you make the more the Niggas love to hate
Bitches wanna fucc my grass cut still im amounts these snakes
Gotta get these buccs get touched on behalf of my pay
Play wit my cut N get stuffed N that's on my name
Im tryna turn this trap money into rap money
If you playing with my scratch that a get you smacced dummy
Ima Mac wit a Mac on me now is that funny
Cuzz these Niggas thinc they hot till you pour Da gas on 'em
GetEmUp - Trap Money (Prod. By Royal Beats) Lyrics
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Im tryna turn this trap money into rap money
If you playing with my scratch that a get you smacced dummy
Ima Mac wit a Mac on me now is that funny
Cuzz these Niggas thinc they hot till you pour Da gas on 'em
We've been cursed since birth so everyday its murda N Da first
While you was feeling up her skirt I was digging N her purse
Tryna get it how im living till im living under earth
I heard you couldn't take it wit you while im here im tryna splurge
Remy got me speech slurred pills gotta nigga smacced
Im blowing blunts back to back known to stunt stacking racks
It was all fun N games till they came N that glocc hit em
Rock till Da grave he better pray that Allah wit em
Gotta get paid everyday im on the blicc nigga
I live for these cold summers and hot winters
A hot head for the bread I really pop Niggas
Enough said play wit my bread im at yo top nigga
Im tryna turn this trap money into rap money
If you playing with my scratch that a get you smacced dummy
Ima Mac wit a Mac on me now is that funny
Cuzz these Niggas thinc they hot till you pour Da gas on 'em
40 days 40 nights all it did was rain
40 days wit no lights all I felt was pain
The fear of dying broke kept me on my papa chase
So if you any about the dough stay the fucc out my way
I want the money N the power they can keep the fame
Im N the game bitch I came juss to stake my claim
Im from a place where these Niggas shoot everyday
You want the truth juss look the youth off N the face
Dreams turning into visions the mission's the cake
Aim wit procession handle Niggas that get N the way
Fucc talking cuzz really ain't Shit you could say
Made up my mind ima slide for the 5th till Da grave
Swear the more you make the more the Niggas love to hate
Bitches wanna fucc my grass cut still im amounts these snakes
Gotta get these buccs get touched on behalf of my pay
Play wit my cut N get stuffed N that's on my name
Im tryna turn this trap money into rap money
If you playing with my scratch that a get you smacced dummy
Ima Mac wit a Mac on me now is that funny
Cuzz these Niggas thinc they hot till you pour Da gas on 'em
If you playing with my scratch that a get you smacced dummy
Ima Mac wit a Mac on me now is that funny
Cuzz these Niggas thinc they hot till you pour Da gas on 'em
We've been cursed since birth so everyday its murda N Da first
While you was feeling up her skirt I was digging N her purse
Tryna get it how im living till im living under earth
I heard you couldn't take it wit you while im here im tryna splurge
Remy got me speech slurred pills gotta nigga smacced
Im blowing blunts back to back known to stunt stacking racks
It was all fun N games till they came N that glocc hit em
Rock till Da grave he better pray that Allah wit em
Gotta get paid everyday im on the blicc nigga
I live for these cold summers and hot winters
A hot head for the bread I really pop Niggas
Enough said play wit my bread im at yo top nigga
Im tryna turn this trap money into rap money
If you playing with my scratch that a get you smacced dummy
Ima Mac wit a Mac on me now is that funny
Cuzz these Niggas thinc they hot till you pour Da gas on 'em
40 days 40 nights all it did was rain
40 days wit no lights all I felt was pain
The fear of dying broke kept me on my papa chase
So if you any about the dough stay the fucc out my way
I want the money N the power they can keep the fame
Im N the game bitch I came juss to stake my claim
Im from a place where these Niggas shoot everyday
You want the truth juss look the youth off N the face
Dreams turning into visions the mission's the cake
Aim wit procession handle Niggas that get N the way
Fucc talking cuzz really ain't Shit you could say
Made up my mind ima slide for the 5th till Da grave
Swear the more you make the more the Niggas love to hate
Bitches wanna fucc my grass cut still im amounts these snakes
Gotta get these buccs get touched on behalf of my pay
Play wit my cut N get stuffed N that's on my name
Im tryna turn this trap money into rap money
If you playing with my scratch that a get you smacced dummy
Ima Mac wit a Mac on me now is that funny
Cuzz these Niggas thinc they hot till you pour Da gas on 'em
Writer: Jerome Hareis
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