Trap Girl

Broke-ass niggas make me sick

Where the motherfuckin' trap niggas at?

Get money, nigga, stand up

I like a trap nigga by his big bucks

Trap girl, keep your hands out

Let that fuck nigga know what you about

Get money, nigga, stand-up

I like a trap nigga by its big bucks

Trap girl, keep your hands out

Let that fuck nigga know what you about

Where them niggas with them bands?

I'm with the big hitter, not the running man

Broke niggas do what you can

To get a rich ass bitch, you need a rich ass plan

Slip it up, pick it up, bust it down, zip it up

Oh, that's what you about?

Fuck it up, run it up, call your bluff

You not enough, you poor boy, cut it out

Oh, you pay bills?

You tryna be daddy?

Oh, you got mills?

Here go the addy

Big money nigga, stand up, stand up

I like a trap nigga ′bout his big bucks by the bands

Trap girl, keep your hands out, let ′em know

Let that fuck nigga know what you about, what you about

Yeah, big money nigga, stand up, stand up

I like a trap nigga bout his big bucks by the bands

Track girl, keep your hands out, lemme know

Let that fuck nigga know, what you about, what you about

La-la-la-la, I don't hate you hoes

Ha-ha-ha-ha, damn, your best friend closed

City to city, sellin' pussy and shows

And you always come second, I'm the first to show, what else?

Everybody get your roll on, get your roll on

You got a taste of this pussy, now you're so gone, yeah, so gone

You got a hunnid, y'all approach wrong

It ain't the size of the bowl that you take home, I don't change

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, daddy, ooh, ooh, ooh

That brain, that cheese, I need, I gotta have it

Run that bag, wrap a bag on a bitch, make that a habit, yeah, you can have it

My pockets full, no fun with all that cappin', capo

Get money, nigga, stand up, stand up

I like a trap nigga ′bout his big bucks, ′bout his bands

Trap girl, keep your hands out, let her know

Let that fuck nigga know what you're ′bout, what you're ′bout

Big money nigga, stand up, stand up

I like a trap nigga about his big bucks, about his bands

Trap girl, get your hands out, let her know, let that fuck nigga know what you're about, what you′re about

Tired of these broke ass niggas

Where the real motherfuckin' trap niggas that's gon' cut

That motherfuckin' check on a real bitch

Where the motherfuckin' hood niggas with the skrrt-skrrt

In these motherfuckin' streets

Yeah

Check packs out if you got one

It's track season, bro

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