A.M.N

And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight
Uh, Papi get out the studio, Papi
This ain't it for you Papi
You know where you belong Papi
You a trap nigga Papi don't let these niggas get-
Don't let these niggas trick you Papi
You trap Papi, that's what you do Papi, that's what you good at

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I walk in the kitchen and turn the stove on
I grab a fork and then put the bowl on
Cameras on every angle of my home
Bolt-lock the door, can't go wrong
Gimme six minutes flat, Papi don't take long
When I'm in the trap feel like Post Malone
I'm serving white like Post Malone
Going crazy in the kitchen like Post Malone
I get in my zone and bump Phil Collins
Aunty came short, she still wiling
Don't ask bout deals, we don't got em
I go harder in the paint than Ben Wallace
I stuff my Girbaud's with 10,000
I coulda got three weed houses
But instead I spent it all on a Audi
Drive that bitch like a Nascar driver
I'm in the trap poppin' roxies
Wockeisha got me moving wocky
My bitch talking bout her body
I'm cooking work like Hibachi
I bought a stick for my nigga Fachy
Aim that bitch at a nigga noggin
They say Pap off the boot, why you driving
Bitch I'm doing 120 with no problem
Everybody strapped, we mobbin
But we ain't come for that, we violent
I don't bring my niggas round other niggas
Cuz I know damn well they gon' rob em
Shit, sometimes I be wanting to rob em
Shit, me and all my niggas got problems
As long as that money calling
Nigga we gon' be good regardless