UZ, Trae Tha Truth, Trinidad James, Problem - Trap Shit V3 (I Got This) lyrics

All my chains hanging
I say I'm getting money
These haters looking pissed off
Me I'm gonn count this money
These hoes gonn fuck or get lost
They can't get nothing from me
These hoes gonn fuck or get lost
They can't get nothing from me
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Bitch I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Bitch, I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Bitch I got this, got this

I stay counting this paper
A-t-r bitch I've been player
This shit I'm holding too heavy
This chain I got I out weight ya
I'm not what you expected, bad, bad
Bitches respected
She fine, I just might take it
She hit me, she gonn get naked
I got a god damn problem, you ain't know
Yeah I got a couple of haters
Tryina give me some more
I walk in the club like look bitch turn up
Ain't not a bitch tryina get it but go
I choose it, I'm groovy
Everyday I'm tryina to make me a movie
These rocks I got, stay hd
It ain't fear, oh what I gotta do me
I'm like wat up bitch, see me baby
I ain't got no worries like weezy baby
I do this shit too easy baby

I go to Houston
Chop the deuce like where you go
I ain't talking bruce
Up in the hood with gree
And I ain't talking goose
A young nigga jaded like I was holding juice

All my chains hanging
I say I'm getting money
These haters looking pissed off
Me I'm gonn count this money
These hoes gonn fuck or get lost
They can't get nothing from me
These hoes gonn fuck or get lost
They can't get nothing from me
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Bitch I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Bitch, I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Bitch I got this

Hey bitch, I'm the molly man
This dick don't make you fuck
I bet this molly can
Stay with that bomb, kush be Taliban
The truth like trae, no need for polygraph
Shoppin like atorners
Half hoes bustin like them lamas
I for sure gonn need a trauma for
Each one of my baby mama
Can't stop telling I'm a fillionaire
Feel me player? Hope you do
Cause if you don't, it's fuck you folks
To fuck your mom and fuck your crew
Like yeah, he be like that
Gold chain swanging like a baseball bat
D on my feety, that's my baseball cap
Diamond Lane gang, bang, bang, you flat

All my chains hanging
I say I'm getting money
These haters looking pissed off
Me I'm gonn count this money
These hoes gonn fuck or get lost
They can't get nothing from me
These hoes gonn fuck or get lost
They can't get nothing from me
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Bitch I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Bitch, I got this, got this
Look bitch, I got this, got this
Bitch I got this, got this

What you got nigga, what I got nigga
What you got nigga
I tell you what I got nigga
Nigga I got this, I've been handed
Ever since my shirt and socks were matchin
I never hit the block with that action
But, I get your bitch and I'm smashing
Niggas mad they can't act up
Who the truth you can ask us
Trae tha truth and young problem
Got a hunned goons that mask up
You ain't gonna do a damn thang
Them red boys get on ways
To fly away on this situation
And I don't know what you insinuating
Don't play me like no sucker
I turn up and then fuck her
We real niggas, y'all busters
Got your bitch that blushin
You can try us if you want
I'll tell you what we'll do
Take all of your bitches
And make em fuck the crew, nigga!