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trap money (video version) - gucci mane lyrics

[chorus: sett]
i still got trap money, ain’t playin’ with my rap money, if i’m bein’ honest
murder and love, keep it a hundred, i don’t know how to act funny
on sett, i really get sh*t extorted (exorted), i know ’bout all them missions you aborted (whack*ass n*gga)
[?] ass, basic b*tch, she borin’
young n*gga sh*t, got my name important (my name important)
spent ten racks in lemons on the backend [?] (i spent that)
cop me a scat, spent that on the rappin’
my n*gga play me on some ‘bows, he cappin’ (he cap)
i ran up a hundred, both times can’t stop me (both times)
peep sticks to me, they went coppish
i still made it ’cause i had it the hardest
i’m spinnin’, i kept makin’ tires
cao active fugazi, you the carter

[verse 1: sett]
that ain’t your money, you be borrowin’
you’ll lie, talk a homie to a bargain (that woofin’)
five deep in the lamb’ truck firin’ (boom)
box on me, move wrong, i spark it (don’t play with this)
pretty lil’ b*tch, her head got me noddin’ (yeah, yeah)
livin’ that life, h*ll nah, i ain’t flodgin’
overload the blue boys in my pocket (stuff sh*t)
overload the blue boys in my pocket
i’m from that block, “h*ll yeah” we hollerin’
before this sh*t i was already poppin’ (i was poppin’ my sh*t)
steppin’ on sh*t like a band, we marchin’
no nick cannon, but my drum be blotchin’
put holes in tires, they don’t do the [?] (skrrt)
scope on the beamer attached to the carbine
let his ass roll, we gon’ catch you regardless
street sweeper, we take off the goblin
[chorus: sett & gucci mane]
i still got trap money, ain’t playin’ with my rap money, if i’m bein’ honest
murder and love, keep it a hundred, i don’t know how to act funny
on sett, i really get sh*t extorted (exorted), i know ’bout all them missions you aborted (whack*ass n*gga)
[?] ass, basic b*tch, she borin’
young n*gga sh*t, got my name important (my name important)
spent ten racks in lemons on the backend [?] (i spent that)
cop me a scat, spent that on the rappin’
my n*gga play me on some ‘bows, he cappin’ (he cap)
i ran up a hundred, both times can’t stop me (both times)
peep sticks to me, they went coppish
i still made it ’cause i had it the hardest
i’m spinnin’, i kept makin’ tires
cao active fugazi, you the carter (go)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
record in new york, raised in atlanta, but from alabama (true)
from the 6 to the m, retired like a mobster and moved to miami (wow)
my b*tch in a lemon, my jit in a porsche, you can’t buy a camry (well, d*mn)
mr. davis, no sammy, new all*white bentley, yeah, that’s for the nanny (granny)
so icy the family, so icy the gang, so icy the mob (so icy)
so icy the label, this ain’t no facade, this sh*t like a job (we workin’)
when times were hard, we stole, we lied, we had to rob (facts)
mama tried to tell me right from wrong, my head was hard (mama)

[verse 3: li rye]
my head was hard as a b*tch, so i went and got me a glizzy and put it to work
ain’t worried ’bout no n*gga steppin’ on me, he play wrong in this b*tch and i’m uppin’ it first
i don’t need no switch, i can go spin with this semi and make the b*tch shoot like a burst
headtap, leave that b*tch in a he*rs*
same n*gga be tryna be friendly, still be gettin’ they ass taxed for a verse
b*tch, i’m big 26, i hop out with a stick
better stay out the way or get hit in the face
ain’t no competition with these n*ggas
and i don’t take ’em serious, when they look at this sh*t like a race
bad b*tch gon’ eat the d*ck off the rip
all these blues on a n*gga, might think i’m a crip
catch ’em lackin’, i’m uppin’ that b*tch off the hip
throwin’ fours ’til i die, n*gga, shout out to flip

- gucci mane lyrics

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