Frazier Trill - Plastic Bag lyrics
[Frazier Trill - Plastic Bag lyrics]
Money on my mind, bitch, I grind, I'm a king
(King) i'ma serve that nigga
Treat that boy like he a fiend (Fiend)
I know you hating on me, send them shots
I bet he scream (Grrah)
I'ma fuck your bitch, yeah
She thought about me in her dream (Ha)
Diamonds dance, tell me what you bitch
I'm the man (Man)
Fucking with the gang, pull up on you
Know I'm spraying (Grrah)
Jelly hit my line, said he got it for the low
(Brr)
I pull up on you nigga, hop out on you
Let it go (Trill)
Fucking on your bitch, she so thick
She on the floor (Gang)
I'ma get some money
Add it up and watch it grow (Grow)
I'ma fuck your bitch
I put my dick all in her throat
I'ma get some money
That's the only way to go (Trill)
Made ten bands off a five dollar scale (yeah)
I'ma move the work, nigga, I don't need help
In the trap, I'm on fire bitch, I might melt
(Gang) fucking with the game
I'ma murk you by myself (Grrah)
You know I get them packs
I run my city like I'm the mail (Trill)
Money on my mind, get it in, over there
(yeah)
Pack touchdown, boy, it came up out the L
(Trill) you know it ain't fair, I been
Doing my thing, hell yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, you tryna fuck with me
You know I don't care
You a hating nigga so you know I won't spill
(Grrah) , I'ma send a shell (Grrah)
Niggas acting tough
Your label put you on the shelf (Damn)
I been getting money 'til
There ain't nothing left (Trill)
Bitch, you wanna fuck with me
I told her I ain't got time
I'ma get the money 'cause I
Feel like it's all mine (Trill)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you waste
Your money, bitch, you a dumbfuck
I be on the block, adding it up
Putting that shit up know I got a shoebox
Full of hundreds somewhere (Gang)
Nigga hating on me
I'm getting money everywhere
Niggas act like they lit
You ain't lit at all
I'ma get money, spend it all at the mall
(Trill) make it back the next day, bitch
I really ain't playing (No cap)
Head back to my hood
Run it up 'cause I'm the man (Trill)
Made ten bands off a five dollar scale
I'ma move the work, nigga, I don't need help
In the trap, I'm on fire bitch, I might melt
Fucking with the game
I'ma murk you by myself
You know I get them packs
I run my city like I'm the mail
(King) i'ma serve that nigga
Treat that boy like he a fiend (Fiend)
I know you hating on me, send them shots
I bet he scream (Grrah)
I'ma fuck your bitch, yeah
She thought about me in her dream (Ha)
Diamonds dance, tell me what you bitch
I'm the man (Man)
Fucking with the gang, pull up on you
Know I'm spraying (Grrah)
Jelly hit my line, said he got it for the low
(Brr)
I pull up on you nigga, hop out on you
Let it go (Trill)
Fucking on your bitch, she so thick
She on the floor (Gang)
I'ma get some money
Add it up and watch it grow (Grow)
I'ma fuck your bitch
I put my dick all in her throat
I'ma get some money
That's the only way to go (Trill)
Made ten bands off a five dollar scale (yeah)
I'ma move the work, nigga, I don't need help
In the trap, I'm on fire bitch, I might melt
(Gang) fucking with the game
I'ma murk you by myself (Grrah)
You know I get them packs
I run my city like I'm the mail (Trill)
Money on my mind, get it in, over there
(yeah)
Pack touchdown, boy, it came up out the L
(Trill) you know it ain't fair, I been
Doing my thing, hell yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, you tryna fuck with me
You know I don't care
You a hating nigga so you know I won't spill
(Grrah) , I'ma send a shell (Grrah)
Niggas acting tough
Your label put you on the shelf (Damn)
I been getting money 'til
There ain't nothing left (Trill)
Bitch, you wanna fuck with me
I told her I ain't got time
I'ma get the money 'cause I
Feel like it's all mine (Trill)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you waste
Your money, bitch, you a dumbfuck
I be on the block, adding it up
Putting that shit up know I got a shoebox
Full of hundreds somewhere (Gang)
Nigga hating on me
I'm getting money everywhere
Niggas act like they lit
You ain't lit at all
I'ma get money, spend it all at the mall
(Trill) make it back the next day, bitch
I really ain't playing (No cap)
Head back to my hood
Run it up 'cause I'm the man (Trill)
Made ten bands off a five dollar scale
I'ma move the work, nigga, I don't need help
In the trap, I'm on fire bitch, I might melt
Fucking with the game
I'ma murk you by myself
You know I get them packs
I run my city like I'm the mail