Trunk Fulla - Master P, Yo Gotti, Krazy

A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice

And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice

And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

1000 grams, I done flipped it to a mill

And my nigga lookin crazy cus he gone off them pills

And my belt buckle say Versace

2 bundles in my waistline, hope the feds don’t stop me

On the freeway in that new Bentley truck

Following me 2 bad bitches in that fuckin rental truck

Told em meet me when they touchdown

Break it up, bust it down

Throw it in the air, drew breeze, it’s a touchdown

I don’t give a fuck, money by the gallons

Yea, I’m a rich nigga, I only fuck with style yea

Ice cream man with the snow white ghost

No limit in this bitch, throw it up and let it go

(Hook x2)

A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice

And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice

And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

Dope boy shit, real nigga anthem

Mr Mr I am, street niggas still them

Know what that mean, he official fiend

Hey baby, handclap, I’m going in

I don’t give a fuck what niggas say, I get my grind on

I don’t need security in the club, I got man on

White phantom, white 6's, get my shine on

Bitches play them games but bitches know my man strong

Wrist full of rings, full of VVS rolls

In the club these G’s spendin racks and rolls

A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice

Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice

A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice

And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

Last year I couldn’t make it rain

Do it bad, money tight

Pull up in that Maybach, all black with the gold stripes

Cold game, I did time

Project my bloodline

Thinkin bout my dog C, hopin he get free time

Me and P, we ball out

Dream field, we fall out

You a bad chick with a fowl mouth

I buy that mola

Downtown I carry that

3 to life, I married that

Used to be a real nigga

Now you just a real whack

On that highway with that real white

Some of yall just studios

That’s Yo Gotti and Young Jeezy,

Real hustlers know how it go

Sellin raw dope in a raw game

Killers come, they bust brain

Got 50 bricks, ain’t no dummy

Johnny Depp, blow money

(Hook x2)

A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice

And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white

Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice

And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white