Joey Trap - Level lyrics

Look what
I came with my team or whatever (Team)
I got the green or whatever (I got the green)
I’m with the ice on my watch (Watch)
I got the cream on my bitch
(That’s it right there)
Don’t ever love me a thot
But these niggas not on my level (Trap)
These niggas not on my level
You niggas not on my level
These niggas not on my level
I went to my jeweler and froze on my pencil
You talkin’ whips like I said bro "I
Never be leavin’ the crib without metal"
I gave your bitch a little special
She droolin’ all over my dick
Call it mental brain
I need the money foreva’ a nigga don’t
Care I will never be settle, shame
Yeah, I be all about paper
I’m all about diamonds
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout fame
I feel like I ain’t been best
In a minute my nigga
I been out here bussin’ the game
(That’s it right there)
P-p-pop me up a percocet it
Look like I chew bubblegum
Joey Trap will cause some mad don’t know
Haters tell me to tuck the shit
‘cause they don’t have my money, yuh
I remember stackin’ paper, flippin’ grams
And countin’ ones
I was broke as fuck, ain’t had no food
Shit I ain’t eat crumbs now I’m eatin’ good
I’m gettin’ more ‘til I get enough

They call me like it’s Mardi Gras
Seven chains on me like Mardi Gras
In New York I never Milly Rock
And it’s shoutout brolly flippin’ milly rocks
I can prolly turn your city out
Everyday we gettin’ litty out
Diamonds on my really glistening
She keep talkin’ she ain’t listenin’
Why you actin’ like you with the six
You ain’t never even seen a brick
Why did shawty call me daddy
Tiffany was a madder sign
Don’t remember any of these whores
Hit the plug I need a bunch of those
Hit the plug I need a bunch of those
I’ma hit the plug I need a bunch of those

I came with my team or whatever
I got the green or whatever (I got the green)
I’m with the ice on my watch (Watch)
I got the cream on my bitch
Don’t ever love me a thot
But these niggas not on my level
These niggas not on my level
You niggas not on my level
My bitch is eatin’ (My bitch is eatin’)
Your bitch is cheatin’
(Your bitch is cheatin’) i stay with that-
I stay with that heater
I stay with that flip phone
Flip phone and I got a beeper
I forgot to greet ya
Hi, it’s nice to meet ya
Don’t remember he name at all
But she held my penis (What was your name?)
I’ve been rockin’ her mans, her mans
I’m a body freezer
(Her mans, her mans, shit)