Plug - HoodRich Pablo Juan, Johnny Cinco, Guwop

I’m finna get the money, stack it up

Put it away

I’m in the trap with the base

I’m in the trenches all day

I get it in on the road now

Get it in, how it goes now

Up the prices of my show now

The trap bunking, that’s for sure now

Never stopping on the road now

Get the trap up, yeah

Hit the road slow, yeah

My niggas up, yeah

Walk around, double cup

Get some mud in my cup

All these hoes know what’s up

I’m the motherfucking plug

Drug money, get it swept under the rug

Bitch don’t even know she’s talking to the damn plug

I’m a pimp, shake her down, got stripper money

Trap boy, got legal money

On my way to a sports bar to watch the Falcons

You can bet your last dollar that Eagle coming

Teach you how to remix, schoolteacher money

Smoking all day, got reefer money

Stands for a pt., two-liter money

He the one that’s broke, what he did with his money?

My dad is a drunk and my uncle’s a junkie

Momma stay smiling 'cause son got the money

My watch is a fifty, my chain is a hundred

I’m scared to commit and I’m addicted to honey

I love them diamond bricks

Got a brick, but that ain’t it

A hundred pints and that’s not Act

Purple Kool-Aid mixed with yak

I’ll point you in the right direction, bet a mil you won’t come back

I gave your CEO a deal, but he was wack, I took it back

Guwop

So it was what it was

And showed them no love

Now I’m a trap nigga

All the hoods show me love

You can rain money on me if you fuck with the plug

Cinco one time her friend, now she fuck with the plug

See, we came in the slums, yeah

And they gave us no love

Now I got racks, nigga

Like I already won

You can run money up when you fuck with the plug

Cinco one time her friend, now she fuck with the plug

I’m the importer/exporter, extorter, transporter

I need every quarter like a parking meter, hang on them corners

Spread my wings, fly to Texas and California

My lawyer flipped the case, transformer

Horse carriage, I got bricks in the pony

Fuck these bitches, me and money lonely

I am the Rock, throwing elbows jabroni

Steady finessing, professor compressor

Hundred bags of pressure plugged like the Tesla

The girl too young, they think I’m a Chester

I skrt back the extras, give it to my tester

Mister T gold, my neck is a treasure

I’m with whatever, bright AKs are better

Back up a truckload, let’s unload on Candler

Switzerland band, African bezel

Pablo

So it was what it was

And showed them no love

Now I’m a trap nigga

All the hoods show me love

You can rain money on me if you fuck with the plug

Cinco one time her friend, now she fuck with the plug

See, we came in the slums, yeah

And they gave us no love

Now I got racks, nigga

Like I already won

You can run money up when you fuck with the plug

Cinco one time her friend, now she fuck with the plug

I’m a trap nigga

No love, yeah

They fuck with the plug, yeah

Now she fuck with the plug, yeah

In the slums

Love

I got racks now

I already won

You fuck with the plug, yeah

Now she fuck with the plug, yeah