FUND$

[Hook]
You don't wanna come to the trap (to the trap)
Yeah we got guns in the back (guns in the back, ay)
Mama lost her son to the trap
Put a bomb on his back, we gon' storm through the back, ay uh
You would get hit for a rack, ay uh
I promise you a lick, that's a fact, ay uh
Brand new whip, with the tags
Mercedes S Class
180 on the dash, ay uh

[Verse 1]
Niggas think I care about they wife ('bout they wife, ay)
I ain't tryna fuck yo' bitch in ice (fuck yo' bitch in ice)
I just want the tech, with the sprite
Jolly ranchers on the side I want the phantom sittin' nice
I ain't never had nobody going half on the brick (half on the brick?)
Chef Curry in the kitchen getting caught with the stick
Pop a molly for the rush when I be hitting a lick
Then pop a Xan so I can sleep, Jesus Lord I repent
I be cruising, living, past looking for hoes (looking for hoes)
Tired of niggas in my circle that be doing the most (doing the most)
Saran wrap up the album, then I'm hitting the post
Sour patch, diamond wrist, what a beautiful quote (beautiful quote)
I know I know, I need a shortie that's gon' come with the coke (come with the coke)
If I give her twenty thousand she won't buy a new coat (buy a new coat)
Then have a bitch give me head in the back of a ghost
Then give this unfaithful bitch back to back to the roads, ay

[Hook]
You don't wanna come to the trap (to the trap)
Yeah we got guns in the back (guns in the back, ay)
Mama lost her son to the trap
Put a bomb on his back, we gon' storm through the back, ay uh
You would get hit for a rack, ay uh
I promise you a lick, that's a fact, ay uh
Brand new whip, with the tags
Mercedes S Class
180 on the dash, ay uh

[Verse 2]
(Bitch ay,) These bitches want a nigga for the clout
How a nigga talk shit but don't no money come out? (uh)
The Xan just dropped, now I'm stuck on the couch
Don't a nigga move or I'ma blow this bitch out
Ion give a fuck I put a bomb on a cat
Nigga messing with my money hit his arm with a bat (arm with a bat)
See you know the protocol we gotta storm through the back (storm through the back)
See I'm aiming for that money you gon' [?], uh
I don't even know why I fuckin' rap (why I fuckin' rap)
I done came a long way from the motherfuckin' trap (motherfuckin' house)
I can't deal with the crap unless I make a couple racks
Used to cruise with a bat now upgraded to a strap
Rolling out the pound house, smelling like a cat
Fifty new accounts and had a dollar bounce back, my nigga ay

[Hook]
You don't wanna come to the trap (come to the trap)
Yeah we got guns in the back (guns in the back)
Mama lost her son to the trap
Put a bomb on his back, we gon' storm through the back, ay uh
You would get hit for a rack (for a rack), ay uh
I promise you a lick, that's a fact (you a motherfuckin' lick), ay uh
Brand new whip, with the tags
Mercedes S Class
180 on the dash, ay uh