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