A.M.N.

[Intro] And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight Uh, Papi get out the studio, Papi This ain't it for you Papi You know where you belong Papi You a trap nigga Papi don't let these niggas get- Don't let these niggas trick you Papi You trap Papi, that's what you do Papi, that's what you good at [Verse] I walk in the kitchen and turn the stove on I grab a fork and then put the bowl on Cameras on every angle of my home Bolt-lock the door, can't go wrong Gimme six minutes flat, Papi don't take long When I'm in the trap feel like Post Malone I'm serving white like Post Malone Going crazy in the kitchen like Post Malone I get in my zone and bump Phil Collins Aunty came short, she still wiling Don't ask bout deals, we don't got em I go harder in the paint than Ben Wallace I stuff my Girbaud's with 10,000 I coulda got three weed houses But instead I spent it all on a Audi Drive that bitch like a Nascar driver I'm in the trap poppin' roxies Wockeisha got me moving wocky My bitch talking bout her body I'm cooking work like Hibachi I bought a stick for my nigga Fachy Aim that bitch at a nigga noggin They say Pap off the boot, why you driving Bitch I'm doing 120 with no problem Everybody strapped, we mobbin But we ain't come for that, we violent I don't bring my niggas round other niggas Cuz I know damn well they gon' rob em Shit, sometimes I be wanting to rob em Shit, me and all my niggas got problems As long as that money calling Nigga we gon' be good regardless