Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - Trap Money lyrics

rate me

I got trap money dawg,

Real talk, real spit like,

I aint even gotta rap.

I'm good nigga,

I make hits nigga.

Now da word on da street I'm worth a mil on da low nigga.

Shawty Lo in this mutha fucka wit me nigga,westside to zone 6 nigga,

Dats wats happenin nigga.

Ey mane you wanna rob gucci then that means you wanna die,

you wanna shop wit Shawty Lo, tell me what you wanna buy.

I'm a rapper/trapper, and my lyrics so fye,

Every time tha drought come, throw my prices so high.

Give some work to my dawg, told em take it round thurr,

Soon as you get dat cake, bring it right back here.

I got trap money baby, I sip cris, not beers,

I got trap money baby, you can check my ears.

Half a mil for a deal homie why you sign that?

Where I hid dat coka cola, they will neva find that.

Mix the yay with the soda, it come back to good use,

Wife beater on shawty, just to show my tattos.

I'm a zone 6 rapper, cash mil thats flat,

I aint talkin to you nigga, less u want a ten pack.

Give some work to my dawg, he gone bring dat money back,

if i front a 100 pounds, he gone bring a 100 stacks.

I got trap money

20 for a show, but it's really rap money

20 for a hole, and it's really trap money

Me and my amigo, we be talkin real illegel,

I be like 500 taco homes, 75 burritos

When I talk to my rosta, be like where da bubaglot?

Twenty thousand pounds, we might bring dat to my trap spot

A Chinese plug wit dem pills, no lie,

Every time I shop wit him he like hurry up and buy.

Gotta french nigga shoppin cause I really don't curr

Got a work and a deal, shawty under contraire.

Got a muslim nigga buyin and he want a big ball,

asalamalakim, melakim masalam.

Got a blind nigga buyin and he really can't walk,

a nigga use da sign langauge really can't talk.

You might think that shit funny but I'm not a comedian,

Wanna-be trappers seem to lack da ingredients.

Gucci Mane and Shawty Lo, we pushin weight nigga,

I got trap money nigga, I'm a heavy cake nigga

I'm at da base, and Gucci at da trp house,

I'm in da kitchen and dat shit smellin real loud.

And I aint use nothin but a lil soda,

A lil water and it jumped back ova

30 minutes, thirty grand,

I'll bake dem cakes, I'm da baker's man.

I'll sell more shoes than baker's man,

I'll blow hundreds of grand and baker's man.

I got trap money, I got rap money,

And I don't rap, I *finesse the speech*

Do what I want, talk *blow on the beat*

Da blow taught me so I'ma teach da streets

Thanks to Gina for correcting these lyrics

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