FLAME, Young Noah, Thi’sl - Trap Money lyrics

Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money- trap money- wrath only pilin'

He say he paid the cost to be the boss
He want that new Bent, top off
He say he burn the block, hot sauce
He say the world is his
But look at what it cost
See his daddy was a dope boy
Uncle was a dope boy, Brother was a dope boy
Sister was a dope girl, cousin
Was a dope boy
Only thing that he knew was dope boy
Now everybody that I named in jail or dead
It's like the devil puttin' that
Money on they head see the trap money good
But the wrath is pilin'
You and God got beef
You don't want them problems
'Cause while we gettin' it fast
That money good
But believe me it won't help you when
They put you in that wood

Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money- trap money- wrath only pilin'

Back in the day I had a lot of pay, but then
I got saved, took a pay cut - by the way
I'm still blessed
Money can solve some problems
But if you're on the wrong side
When he crack that sky
It's gonna be grotesque, it's gonna
Be a hot mess, Surrounded by dead flesh
Eternally hopeless
You better listen to the sound of the Holy
Ghost stumping bumping jumping up
In your chest
That money won't last, it'll pass like gas
It'll fade like grass fast
Whiplash in your face like car crash if
You keep on living in darkness
Homeboy, I know you ain't heartless
Rick Ross done fed you that garbage
This is not a diss
This is just a word for the dope boy
Trapping and rapping dealing
With life challenges
All I'm trying to tell them is
They can be better then
They can be better men
Lawyers, doctors, high school lettermen
Why you settlin' for the same thing
Locked up your partner then?
Why would you follow them? Why
Would you model them?
They ain't did nothing but fail
And Jesus Christ I pray you follow him

Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money- trap money- wrath only pilin'

I see you in these streets out
Here trying to get it
You never sleep trying to triple your digit's
I know your motto is
"money over everything"
Mr ice Cream Man moving hurricane
You got that trap money
Got you feeling hood rich
Got you feeling good with racks
On racks and hood chicks
But after that you could get caught
Up with some Fed time
Or God forbid they hit the kid
With rat-a tat tat bedtime
Or worse than that you keep trapping
Oscar winner keep acting
Like you don't hear the Lord calling
One day he's gon' wreak havoc
Ask the real Rick Ross
All that money can get lost
God's gon' ask how you respond to
His Son on a bloody cross

Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
Trap money- trap money- wrath only pilin'