(Tre Trax I think we got one)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Broke ass niggas make me sick
Where the mothaf*cking trap niggas at?
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
Where the niggas wit' them bands? (Wit' them bands)
I want the big hitta not the running man (I want the boss)
Broke niggas do what you can (uh-uh)
To get a rich ass bitch you need a rich ass plan (yeah)
Flip it up, cook it up, buss it down, zip it up
Oh? That's what you about? (Ooh)
F*ck it up, run it up, call ya bluff, you not enough
You broke, boy, cut it out (boy, cut it out)
Oh you pay bills? (Yeah)
You tryna be daddy? (Daddy)
Oh you got mils? (Oh you got mils?)
Here go the addy
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about, yeah)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
La-la-la-la, Ion hear you hoes (no)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, them yo' best friend clothes (a joke)
City to city, sellin' pussy and shows
And you will always come second, I'm the first he chose (you last)
Everybody get ya roll on (get ya roll on)
He got a taste of this pussy now he so gone (yeah, so gone)
Ain't got no money? Yo' approach wrong (bye)
It ain't the size of the boat, is yo' check long? (Long check)
F*ck me, f*ck me, f*ck me daddy (ooh, ooh)
That green, that cheese, I need I gotta have it (run that bag)
Drop a bag on a bitch, make that a habit (yeah, make a habit)
Keep my pockets full don't come with all that cappin' (Capo)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (yeah what you about)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
Tired of these broke ass niggas
Where the real muthaf*ckin trap niggas that's gon' cut
That muthaf*cking check on a real bitch?
Where the muthaf*cking hood niggas with the skrrt skrrt
In these muthaf*cking streets?
Yeah
(Tre Trax I think we got one)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
'Bout his bag
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(Tre Trax I think we got one)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Broke ass niggas make me sick
Where the mothaf*cking trap niggas at?
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
Where the niggas wit' them bands? (Wit' them bands)
I want the big hitta not the running man (I want the boss)
Broke niggas do what you can (uh-uh)
To get a rich ass bitch you need a rich ass plan (yeah)
Flip it up, cook it up, buss it down, zip it up
Oh? That's what you about? (Ooh)
F*ck it up, run it up, call ya bluff, you not enough
You broke, boy, cut it out (boy, cut it out)
Oh you pay bills? (Yeah)
You tryna be daddy? (Daddy)
Oh you got mils? (Oh you got mils?)
Here go the addy
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about, yeah)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
La-la-la-la, Ion hear you hoes (no)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, them yo' best friend clothes (a joke)
City to city, sellin' pussy and shows
And you will always come second, I'm the first he chose (you last)
Everybody get ya roll on (get ya roll on)
He got a taste of this pussy now he so gone (yeah, so gone)
Ain't got no money? Yo' approach wrong (bye)
It ain't the size of the boat, is yo' check long? (Long check)
F*ck me, f*ck me, f*ck me daddy (ooh, ooh)
That green, that cheese, I need I gotta have it (run that bag)
Drop a bag on a bitch, make that a habit (yeah, make a habit)
Keep my pockets full don't come with all that cappin' (Capo)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (yeah what you about)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
Tired of these broke ass niggas
Where the real muthaf*ckin trap niggas that's gon' cut
That muthaf*cking check on a real bitch?
Where the muthaf*cking hood niggas with the skrrt skrrt
In these muthaf*cking streets?
Yeah
(Tre Trax I think we got one)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
'Bout his bag
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Broke ass niggas make me sick
Where the mothaf*cking trap niggas at?
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
Where the niggas wit' them bands? (Wit' them bands)
I want the big hitta not the running man (I want the boss)
Broke niggas do what you can (uh-uh)
To get a rich ass bitch you need a rich ass plan (yeah)
Flip it up, cook it up, buss it down, zip it up
Oh? That's what you about? (Ooh)
F*ck it up, run it up, call ya bluff, you not enough
You broke, boy, cut it out (boy, cut it out)
Oh you pay bills? (Yeah)
You tryna be daddy? (Daddy)
Oh you got mils? (Oh you got mils?)
Here go the addy
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about, yeah)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
La-la-la-la, Ion hear you hoes (no)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, them yo' best friend clothes (a joke)
City to city, sellin' pussy and shows
And you will always come second, I'm the first he chose (you last)
Everybody get ya roll on (get ya roll on)
He got a taste of this pussy now he so gone (yeah, so gone)
Ain't got no money? Yo' approach wrong (bye)
It ain't the size of the boat, is yo' check long? (Long check)
F*ck me, f*ck me, f*ck me daddy (ooh, ooh)
That green, that cheese, I need I gotta have it (run that bag)
Drop a bag on a bitch, make that a habit (yeah, make a habit)
Keep my pockets full don't come with all that cappin' (Capo)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (yeah what you about)
Get money niggas stand up (stand up)
I like a trap nigga 'bout his big bucks ('bout his bands)
Trap girl keep yo' hands out (let 'em know)
Let that f*ck nigga know what you about (what you about)
Tired of these broke ass niggas
Where the real muthaf*ckin trap niggas that's gon' cut
That muthaf*cking check on a real bitch?
Where the muthaf*cking hood niggas with the skrrt skrrt
In these muthaf*cking streets?
Yeah
(Tre Trax I think we got one)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
'Bout his bag
Writer: John Norris III, Rashad Spain
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management