Trenches

[Intro: T.I.] Aye, That bullshit ain't worth a motherfucker And that cap ain't nothin you understand that The bankroll mafia life They wouldn't believe it if we didn't show it to em [Chorus 1: Shad Da god & London Jae] I get that money in the cold I be strapped like central bowls In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros Run that pack up to the ceiling I'm just tryna stack a million You ain't livin like I'm livin' Had a feelin' I'mma kill it Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on mecouple millions worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie Wake em' up I know these pussy niggas sleepin' on me I get that money in the cold I be strapped like some Girbauds In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros [Chorus 2: Shad Da god] I get that money when its cold I be strapped like some Girbauds In the trenches it get cold I be watching for my bros [Verse 1: T.I.] Hold up what you feel like Give a damn nigga I'm a G nigga real life I feel like it everytime Got marathon money, yours on the treadmill And I could pull up and day bet these hoes be amazed To the point they got a man, give me head still I'm getting blown with my hand on my steerin' wheel Got a mind up and down like a ferris wheel I swear to god aye Big bankroll this the mafia life Cross that line nigga stoppin' ya life Steady rollin' motherfucker ain't no stoppin' the dice Bust it loose on the jet Shawty had that whole, teach you to net Facetime roscoe and show him the My nigga boosie said we the truth Ain't cappin' to flex, yeah [Chorus 1: Shad Da god & London Jae] I get that money in the cold I be strapped like central bowls In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros Run that pack up to the ceiling I'm just tryna stack a million You ain't livin like I'm livin' Had a feelin' I'mma kill it Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on me Cop a million worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie Wake em' up I know these pussy niggas sleepin' on me I get that money in the cold I be strapped like some Girbauds In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros [Verse 2: Shad da god] I'm in these cold ass trenches Margiela's on with a trench bitch I put that million on my wish list I'm in the streets 'til I get the shit I'm in the benz with a thick bitch Twenty gold rings on like slick rick Twenty gold rings on at my grandma house AR-15 with the biscuits I get the units off, we get the units off All of my niggas is havin' money So you can't tell who the boss We havin' racks right now, and we havin straps right now Jewelry on, aye you better pipe down These bitches better not pipe down, boot up right now [Chorus 1: Shad Da god & London Jae] I get that money in the cold I be strapped like central bowls In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros Run that pack up to the ceiling I'm just tryna stack a million You ain't livin like I'm livin' Had a feelin' I'mma kill it Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on me Cop a million worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie Wake em' up I know these pussy niggas sleepin' on me I get that money in the cold I be strapped like some Girbauds In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros