Trap Money (2006)

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Zaytoven I got trap money dawg Real talk, real spit like I ain't even gotta rap I'm good nigga I make hits nigga Now da word on da street I work for a mil od da low nigga Shawty Lo in this mutha fucka wit me nigga,westside to zone 6 nigga Dats wats happenin nigga [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Ey mane you wanna rock gucci then that means you wanna die Soon as you shop wit Shawty Lo, tell me what you wanna buy I'm a rapper, slash trapper, and my lyrics so fye Every time tha drop come, throw my prices so high Give some work to my dawg, told em take it round there Soon as you get dat cake, bring it right back here I got trap money baby, I sell cris, not beers I got trap money baby, you can check my ears Half a mil for a deal homie why you sign that? Where I had to cop that gola, they will neva find that Mix the yay with the soda, it come back to good use Wife beater on shawty, just to show my tattos I'm a zone 6 rapper, cash mil thats flat I ain't talkin to you nigga, less u want a tic-tac Give some work to my dawg, he gone bring dat money back If i front a 100 pounds, he gone bring a 100 stacks [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hole, and it's really trap money [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I'm ridin biggo, we be talkin real illego I be like 500 taco homes, 75 burritos When I talk to my rasta, be like where da bumbaclot? Twenty thousand pounds, we might bring dat to my trap spot A Chinese plug wit dem pills, no lie Every time I shop wit him he like hurry up and buy Gotta rush wit my shoppin cause I really don't curr Got a work and a deal, shawty under control Got a couple niggas buyin and he want a big part As-salamu alaikum, wa ʿalaykumu s-salām Got a groupie nigga buyin and he really can't walk And anotha nigga buyin and he really can't talk You might think that shit funny but I'm not a comedian Wanna-be trappers seem to lack da ingredients Gucci Mane and Shawty Lo, we pushin weight nigga I got trap money nigga, I'm a heavy cake nigga [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hole, and it's really trap money [Verse 3: Shawty Lo] I'm at da base, and Gucci at da trap house I'm in da kitchen and dat shit smellin real loud And I ain't use nothin but a lil soda A lil water and it jumped back ova 30 minutes, thirty grand I'll bake dem cakes, I'm da baker's man I'll sell more shoes than baker's man I'll blow hundreds of grand and baker's man I got trap money, I got rap money And I don't rap, I connects da spits Do what I want, talk, blow on these Da blow taught me so I'ma teach da streets [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got trap money, I got trap money, I got trap money 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hole, and it's really trap money