Trap Getting Money

[Intro]
Mhm, big Wap in the motherfucking building bitch
You know how this shit going down
Slay with the mob, ready to clean some shit up
(C-C-CorMill)

[Verse 1]
It's a Young Nigga World, I'm booted on molly
You stay in your feelings, that world is the problem
Smoking on loud, I stay with that prada
These bitches is boujee, they come for that dollar
These niggas ain't real, we coming like starter
21 Savage, I'm fucking your daughter
Just keep it one hunnid, no need to play games
Real ass nigga, they rock my veins
Fell off then I came back
Tax your boy, ain't no change back
If you try me, I'ma bang back
Murder on my mind, I sing that
If you try me, I'm in all black
Ask your people where the stash at
Pussy nigga, where the cash at?
Grown bitch, throw that ass back
Monеy Team, yeah I loyal that
Army Gang, yeah I trust that
If I bust you, you ain't gon' bust back
You might as wеll go run track
I keep the MAC, but I stay with cheese
I get my weed from overseas
Talking crazy, speaking Japanese
Whip it up, I got the recipe

[Chorus]
Trap getting money, trap getting money
Trap getting money, at the trap getting money
Trap getting money, trap getting money
Trap getting money, at the trap getting money
Trap getting money, trap getting money
Trap getting money, at the trap getting money
At the trap getting money, trap getting money
The trap getting money
Trap getting money, trap getting money
Trap getting money, at the trap getting money
Trap getting money, trap getting money
Trap getting money, at the trap getting money
Trap getting money, trap getting money
Trap getting money, at the trap getting money
At the trap getting money

[Verse 2]
I'm that young nigga with ten figures
Come and try me, I'ma pull the trigger
Forgive me lord 'cause I'm a sinner
Where's my trophy 'cause I'm the winner
If you try me, I'ma go gorilla
Cut the top off them with the scissors
Steak and lobster every night for dinner
Steak and lobster every night for dinner
Wet you up and put you in the rim
Yous a pussy, I can see your whistle
See my hearts so cold, they give me shivers
Throwing up fours nigga I'm from Gifford
Put on my ceiling like a flashlight
Army Gang fina take flight
I can see the future, yeah very bright
Don't cause slipping to a gun fight
Serving that dope and it's very white
Strapped up like it's a life
The game come with a sacrifice
I fell a once slip with the mic

[Chorus]
Trap getting money, trap getting money, the trap getting money
Trap getting money, trap getting money, trap getting money
The trap getting money, gone