Trap Money - Gucci Mane, D4L

Zaytoven

I got trap money dawg

Real talk, real spit like

I ain’t even gotta rap

I’m good nigga

I make hits nigga

Now da word on da street I work for a mil od da low nigga

Shawty Lo in this mutha fucka wit me nigga, westside to zone 6 nigga

Dats wats happenin nigga

Ey mane you wanna rock gucci then that means you wanna die

Soon as you shop wit Shawty Lo, tell me what you wanna buy

I’m a rapper, slash trapper, and my lyrics so fye

Every time tha drop come, throw my prices so high

Give some work to my dawg, told em take it round there

Soon as you get dat cake, bring it right back here

I got trap money baby, I sell cris, not beers

I got trap money baby, you can check my ears

Half a mil for a deal homie why you sign that?

Where I had to cop that gola, they will neva find that

Mix the yay with the soda, it come back to good use

Wife beater on shawty, just to show my tattos

I’m a zone 6 rapper, cash mil thats flat

I ain’t talkin to you nigga, less u want a tic-tac

Give some work to my dawg, he gone bring dat money back

If i front a 100 pounds, he gone bring a 100 stacks

I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money

20 for a show, but it’s really rap money

20 for a hole, and it’s really trap money

I’m ridin biggo, we be talkin real illego

I be like 500 taco homes, 75 burritos

When I talk to my rasta, be like where da bumbaclot?

Twenty thousand pounds, we might bring dat to my trap spot

A Chinese plug wit dem pills, no lie

Every time I shop wit him he like hurry up and buy

Gotta rush wit my shoppin cause I really don’t curr

Got a work and a deal, shawty under control

Got a couple niggas buyin and he want a big part

As-salamu alaikum, wa ʿalaykumu s-salām

Got a groupie nigga buyin and he really can’t walk

And anotha nigga buyin and he really can’t talk

You might think that shit funny but I’m not a comedian

Wanna-be trappers seem to lack da ingredients

Gucci Mane and Shawty Lo, we pushin weight nigga

I got trap money nigga, I’m a heavy cake nigga

I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money

20 for a show, but it’s really rap money

20 for a hole, and it’s really trap money

I’m at da base, and Gucci at da trap house

I’m in da kitchen and dat shit smellin real loud

And I ain’t use nothin but a lil soda

A lil water and it jumped back ova

30 minutes, thirty grand

I’ll bake dem cakes, I’m da baker’s man

I’ll sell more shoes than baker’s man

I’ll blow hundreds of grand and baker’s man

I got trap money, I got rap money

And I don’t rap, I connects da spits

Do what I want, talk, blow on these

Da blow taught me so I’ma teach da streets

I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money

20 for a show, but it’s really rap money

20 for a hole, and it’s really trap money