Gucci Mane, Shawty Lo - Trap Money lyrics

Zaytoven i got trap money dawg
Real talk, real spit like
I ain't even gotta rap i'm good nigga
I make hit's nigga
Now da word on da street I work
For a mil od 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 rock gucci then
That means you wanna die
Soon as you shop wit Shawty Lo
Tell me what you wanna buy
I'm a rapper, slash trapper
And my lyrics so fye
Every time tha drop come
Throw my prices so high
Give some work to my dawg
Told em take it round there
Soon as you get dat cake
Bring it right back here
I got trap money baby, I sell 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 had to cop that gola
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 ain't talkin to you nigga
Less u want a tic tac
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, I got trap money
I got trap money
20 for a show, but it's really rap money
20 for a hole, and it's really trap money

I'm ridin biggo, we be talkin real illego
I be like 500 taco homes, 75 burritos
When I talk to my rasta
Be like where da bumbaclot?
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 rush wit my shoppin cause
I really don't curr
Got a work and a deal, shawty under control
Got a couple niggas buyin and
He want a big part
As-salamu alaikum, wa ʿalaykumu s-salām
Got a groupie nigga buyin and
He really can't walk
And anotha nigga buyin and
He 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 got trap money, I got trap money
I got trap money
20 for a show, but it's really rap money
20 for a hole, and it's really trap money

I'm at da base, and Gucci at da trap house
I'm in da kitchen and dat
Shit smellin real loud
And I ain't 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 connects da spit's
Do what I want, talk, blow on these
Da blow taught me so I'ma teach da streets

I got trap money, I got trap money
I got trap money
20 for a show, but it's really rap money
20 for a hole, and it's really trap money