Halleujah

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]

Hallelujah, hallelujah

I'm in this kitchen getting money, hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

I'm on this block counting money, hallelujah

Hallelujah (x7)

I'm in this bitch getting money, hallelujah

I'm in this bitch getting money, hallelujah

[Verse 1: Jay'Ton]

They call me Jay'Ton for a fucking reason

Cause I keep them tons each and every season

Cross me or mines, you no longer breathing

Keep a ton of guns just give me a reason

I swear God its time to [?] these niggas

They playing stiff but I ain't believe in these niggas

Brick talk, bitch I swear I been feeding these niggas

50 in this chopper time for relieving these niggas

Kingpin living, got these bitches choosing

If you want them cheaper prices gots to come to Houston

Sets is where I'm from, we wrap it up and ship it

So much work in diesel trucks it ain't no way to lift it

I'm in this kitchen, come place your order

If I ain't got it at the trap, I got it at the border

Born in that valley, next to my connect

To deep in this vette, just me and that check

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

When you get money say Illuminati

Looking like a white angel, a white Rarri

Hallelujah, I believe in God

Take a brick soft and stretch it, I believe in hard (work)

Amen hallelujah

I can make this shit ugly, Freddy Krueger

Hustle Gang, hustle numbers

Got arrange kush prices that's hooked on chronic

Dirty money, I ain't talking Diddy

I got kiloads of heroin in the holy city

Amen, cross the plug

Went off with the packers he one showing love

Fuck em I ain't paying more

Pull up in my hood, bitch you getting robbed

Niggas allows about the money and nothing matters

My family and niggas and you come after

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]

[Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth]

I woke up in this Phantom too lost to remember

So been trying a to play with snow like the month of December

In this kitchen with the work, whipping chickens for dinner

If I ain't trapper of the year, I’m the perfect contender

King Truth, white knights

My connect got so much action I'm like with the price

White lips slide through these bright lights

I keep a heater, everything on me covered in ice

I’m on this white sand maybe somewhere lost in Cuba

And I keep a shooter that'll disappear ya like Bermuda

So many chains hanging off young Truth I should’ve been a jeweler

This bitch I got ain't dropping off the truth sure no schooler

Ain't shit as real as me, [?]

Get money way to much to count, [?]

I’m all bricks, gold hands, this work stretch, no rubber bands

[Hook: Trae Tha Truth]