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