Money in the Trap (Remix)

[Verse 1: Go Yayo] I'm the realest nigga breathin', all my youngins heathens Your bitch she suck the dick, a lot of spit, feel like she teethin', whoa Bitches love to please me so I dog 'em for no reason Sippin' Hi-Tech red like fuck the feds, I'm trappin' 'til they see me, ayy Turn a buck to a bowl, cookin' dope, nigga out of north blow In Lil Vegas servin' smoke, fuck nigga you a joke Big racks like poke, big old thooka super soak Your partner broke, what you broke Fuck nigga play me, you know I'ma smoke HoodFame Gang, gang a clique full of soldiers All of my niggas they rogueish Full of red, can't focus Man fuck these rappers 'cause most of 'em bogus Chuck E. Cheese, bitch I'm all about tokens Killers on the way, big homie'll smoke him Bitch I'm a boss, you a worker Fuck with the gang and it's murder, ayy [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] I hit the plug for the trap money I bought a Rari with all hundreds Flex on them, bitch I'ma ball on 'em My shooters pull up and they all runnin' Mama told me keep flexin' I drop a grip on a necklace Freak bitch named Alexis I'm in LA and I'm sippin' Texas Money don't make you real I was juggin', fuck a deal I got a bitch, cook the breakfast Young nigga and I'm flexin' on' em Masi, I'm doin' donuts I might take your bitch like hold up Look at my pockets, they swole up F&N might hit you, get wet up We only fuck with the real niggas Back in the trap, got your bitch on the pill nigga A broke bitch, I can't deal with you All of my niggas official We only fuck with the real niggas Back in the trap, got your bitch on the pill nigga A broke bitch, I can't deal with you All of my niggas official [Verse 3: Philthy Rich] I say now money in the trap, money in the trap He be sippin' Quali, I be sippin' Act I fucked the bitch once but I won't run it back She be blowin' up my phone, want me to take her back Lil Moschino on my belt, see I be in designer These jeans YSL, see that's another thousand Seminary nigga right in front of housing Got the Wraith parked outside, that's three hundred thousand Look I pulled up in a foreign with the doors up That broke bitch up on my dick, she ain't got no love I remember back then she had her nose up But all this money in the trap got me froze up, it's Philthy [Chorus: Rockie Fresh] I got money in the trap, money in the trap I got money in the trap, money in the trap I be sippin' strong, these niggas sippin' tap You can tell 'em it's a wrap, money in the trap, yeah I got money in the trap, money in the trap I got money in the trap, money in the trap I be sippin' strong, these niggas sippin' tap You can tell 'em it's a wrap, money in the trap, yeah [Verse 4: Neek Bucks] All of these hundreds, I came up Look at them niggas, they changed up Look how them bitches, they played us Money ain't never gon' change us Vegas with Philthy, the top down I can spend ten on a watch now Caught me a lick for like five pounds Young rich nigga, I'm on top now LV's on the lime sweater Capo just told me apply pressure All winter did the Yachtmaster New feathers for the Skydweller I got the keys, the keys I got your bitch on her knees I got a trick up my sleeve, trap when it's twenty degrees, started off pitchin' the weed Young nigga ballin', trap nigga what your bitch want Lot of money out here, boy you broke, go and get some Yeah, Harlem nigga with a chopper with him Lot of shooters, gon' be hard to get him Know them shooters gon' be probably with him Only broke boys got a problem with him [Verse 5: YBS Skola] I got money in this shoebox, got them pounds up in the attic Got that chopper for you hatin' ass niggas that want some static Every day is hella traffic, shit we sell, they gotta have it You know I stack that cabbage, runnin' up plays just to stash it I'm gettin' it off the celly, takin' trips to Cali Pullin' up on Philthy, hundred dollar jewelries Still fucked up 'bout my nigga Fatman, found my nigga guilty Told him on bro every day I'm gon' get that appeal B Gettin' it out the corner store, grindin' hard, I wanted more Trappin' hardly, that's for sure, trappin' out that Honda Accord Now I got that big face Rollie on my wrist Thirty thousand on this chain, your bitch wan' give me a kiss [Verse 6: JDay] I got money in the trap, oh yeah that bag comin' You sent the wrong shooter, killed your crash dummy I fuck his bitch on the first date, Baton Rouge be my birthplace A lot of these niggas love to hate, so I let the chopper fuck up they face Most of these niggas don't know they place I'm gettin' mine, we not in a race Gotta count and chase bank, I'm top notch, you low rank So why would I complain? Fuck what you think, I'm insane These bitches, they know I'm the man Do this for family and fans Fuck a nigga with that fan, move through drums like a band Got your bitch lifted on Lindsay Lohan I pop a perky then mix it with xans When I be tooted nigga I get them bands up Let me get it, slogan, that be my trance One hundred up in that draco make 'em dance One hundred up in that draco make 'em bands Move through guns like a Taliban Nigga know I be gone off the xans [Chorus: Rockie Fresh] I got money in the trap, money in the trap I got money in the trap, money in the trap I be sippin' strong, these niggas sippin' tap You can tell 'em it's a wrap, money in the trap, yeah I got money in the trap, money in the trap I got money in the trap, money in the trap I be sippin' strong, these niggas sippin' tap You can tell 'em it's a wrap, money in the trap, yeah