Trae Tha Truth - Hallelujah lyrics
rate meFeeling like a nigga hands falling asleep
Getting too much money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I’m in this kitchen getting money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I’m on this block, counting money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hop in this bitch, get money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hop in this bitch, get money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
They call me Jay Ton for a fucking reason
‘Cause I keep them tongues each and every season
Cross me or mines, you no longer breathing
Keep a tone of goons, just give me a reason
I swear to God, it’s time to get dinky these niggas
They playing stiff but I ain’t believing these niggas
Break tone, I swear, bitch, I been feeding these niggas
Finna in this chopper, time for relieving these niggas
Been living, got these bitches choosing
You want those cheaper prices, got to come in Houston
Fix this, where I’m from we wrap it up and ship it
Just working diesel trucks, it ain’t no way to living
I’m in this kitchen, come place your order
If I ain’t got it at the chopper, …border
…just me and that check
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I’m in this kitchen getting money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I’m on this block, counting money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hop in this bitch, get money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hop in this bitch, get money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
When you get money say Illuminati
Nothing like a white engine, a white ‘Rarri
Hallelujah, I believe in God
Take a brick off and stretch it, I believe in hard
Ain’t mad, Hallelujah, I’m making shit ugly, Freddy Krueger
Hustle gang, hustle numbers, arrange kush price, this will go chronic
Dirty money, they talking business, I got kilos of heroin in the city
Hey man, call the plug, bring up with the package, showing love
Fuck ‘em, I ain’t paying more, pull up in my hood, you getting raw
Niggas all about this money and nothing else
My family and my niggas and you come after
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I’m in this kitchen getting money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I’m on this block, counting money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hop in this bitch, get money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hop in this bitch, get money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I walk up in this Phantom too lost to remember
Been tryna to play with snow like the month of December
This kitchen with the word, whipping chickens for dinner
Train trapper of the year, I’m the perfect contender
King Truth, white knights, ….like with the price
White lips slide great lengths, I keep a heater, everything undercover in ice
I’m on this white scent leading mostly to Cuba
And I keep … so many chains hanging, I should’ve been a jeweler…
I’m all bricks, all hands, this work streets, no rubber bands
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I’m in this kitchen getting money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
I’m on this block, counting money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hop in this bitch, get money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hop in this bitch, get money
Hallelujah, hallelujah
