Trap Money - Lil B

Red Flame this, Blue Flame that

There’s five of my niggas, fuck that

Hating on the boss, that’s the cold ticket

Niggas do your thangs, wishing

Bruh I got that shit stacked to the limit

To the top choppers and the semi

Tiny shirts on with the tiny jeans

My hood niggas flashy fuck it, it’s a party

Anywhere I go motherfuckers lucky

Cause I don’t move everyday, bitches cost money

Think a lot, thirty thousand

I don’t need a bank, it’s in public housing

You feel me.

Like I said man niggas is lucky that I move.

Any time you see me

anywhere nigga that’s a blessing.

Cause the only time I move is for the money.

Niggas’ll never see me unless I’m getting paid and I get paid to breath.

Think about that, I get paid to be alive.

That’s real trap money nigga.

That’s a real hood nigga fuck with me bitch

Bruh cooking up, I’m looking cautious

You know they giving fifteen years

To any nigga that’s cooking like he suspect

I don’t respect the lames, but I respect my dick

Bitch I count money, rather fuck a bitch

I’m thinking fuck a bitch, it’s rich nigga clique

I’m banging Bitch Mob, niggas get money

I have inequity, I’m investing stock

I think I’m Lisa Lesley, I just bought a car

Gone in sixty seconds, niggas selling bitches

And I’m buying bitches

Sell a zip, buy a ho

Because I’m getting it nigga

bitch.

With the trap money nigga sell off a zip, buy a hoe.

What’s up.

You feel me.

You know we clean off the slate.

Fresh off the boat my nigga.

Whatever you need we got it.

Like I said Lil B for Lil Boss nigga