Trap - Ty Dolla $ign, Juicy J, Gucci Mane

All my bitches call me papi

Sloppy pockets, I’m poppin'

All these dollars I been clockin'

It ain’t no way to stop it

My wrist so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on watches

So much ice, drippin' off me

You and your bitch could play hockey

I’m sippin' lean out a coconut cup, I’m in the tropics

I been countin' so much money, had to find me a hobby

I’m Czechoslaka, they watchin'

I got Rastas with choppers

Got the machine gun with cartridges

They runnin' in, they ain’t knockin'

Steve Austin flossin', tell them it’s a new boss in office

And if we ain’t talking profit, it ain’t no use in callin'

These niggas triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses

I heard them haters tried to block, I went bought two new Ferraris

Double down with two pistols, ain’t missin' no target

Right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin

Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your losses

Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain’t sleepin' on shawty

OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the officeThen put them on the

freeway, now I feel like I’m Rossi

Seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em

Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I’m flossin'

Trap

All these rubber bands, fuck what I’m gon do with a wallet?

I’m in the booth countin' money, I’m so goddamn cocky

My lil' bitch pop her pussy, I just might pop me a molly

That clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over Versace

I got killers with me, they don’t do no talkin' or boxin'

I got that long bread, I’m talkin' footlong pizza, no toppings

Throw them goons a little bread

We’ll take your baby’s adoption

And we ain’t worried about the feds

AR’s in secret compartments

Ain’t been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like it’s coffee

They say that Gucci’s a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins

We handle business like bosses and treat the streets like an office

I had a duplex with a million worth of bricks in the closet

Double down with two pistols, ain’t missin' no target

Right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin

Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple your losses

Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain’t sleepin' on shawty

OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the office

Then put them on the freeway, now I feel like I’m Rossi

Seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em

Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I’m flossin'

Trap

You ain’t know I spent that dough

And you might catch contacts

I got shooters on my side and if I say the word

Then they ready for combat

Like Vietnam, wartime ain’t no joke

Niggas be playin' till the bullets start sprayin'

Can’t hide these guns 'cause the clips too long

Hunting for him, catch him hiding in his honeycomb

Turn his motherfucking house to a haunted home

Money long, get you touched in your front lawn

Shots so loud setting off car alarms

Run along, or be the next nigga dunked on

You be swearin' that you niggas got done wrong

Get you jacked, no mask, no gloves on

Beat a nigga ass, then turn it to a club song

Vet in the game, got packs to prove

Young niggas call me Uncle Juice

I got more cash than Uncle Scrooge

Ya’ll niggas made up like Dr. Seuss

All ice, no CZ

I ball, ya’ll niggas in the minor leagues

Real shit, I got the shit on lock

Bout to put this game in a DDT