Yeah (Trench money)
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? Boy, they ain't on nothin'
Chop out, walk around with this big ass gun (Go)
No cap, spent ten racks just this month (Yeah)
Not even one month, it was just one week (Yeah)
Not even one week, it was just one day (Go)
Hit the mall, new fit, new clothes been paid (Woah)
It's a few niggas at home never felt that Wraith
It's a few niggas that's hatin' on talkin' 'bout faith (Go)
I'm with djcodeine and Popaj
I'm in Russia with white girls eatin' cake (Go, go)
I'm with djafgan smokin' this Afghan kush inside of this Wraith (Go, go, go)
And my chop from Afghan too, so just hold on 'cause he know he not safe (Go, woah)
When I'm walkin' out the building, that motherfucker exploded like that shit was braced (Go, go, go)
Seen this shit before, so she checked my phone and I told her, "How'd it taste?" (Go, mwah)
I just poured my own and I still want drank, so I hop out and get more drank
'Cause I feel so rich today, 'cause I feel so rich today
'Cause I feel so rich today, not about money, 'bout havin' that pape
I feel so rich today, it's ain't even my birthday, I got all the cake (Woah, woah, woah)
Wake up, havin' nobody to thank, me and myself, I got God to thank (Woah)
I'm pourin' that pressure, that pain, I pour up suppression inside of my veins (Yeah)
And I'm pourin' so hard on the paint, I feel like Waka Flocka Flame (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
And your shorty keep suckin' around and she textin' that dumb nigga, he is away
I told her, "Bae, I'm pluggin' my phone up, this is my phone when you need to drain"
I told her, "Bae, don't stop 'cause the bank gon' stop," when I chase bank, hop in the bank (Yeah)
Hop in the SRT with the big Trackhawk and I hop out the motherfuckin' tank
I put my Rolex next to my Rolex, I got a Rolex still at the crib (Brr, brr)
She keep on callin' my phone everyday, she put location on tryna show where she live (Yeah, yeah)
But the trap house keep gettin' big, the plug sendin' bricks the same size of a kid (Yeah)
The plug sendin' birds and they hop out the bowl
All the kids in America call me their GOAT
Made the trap house jump for that motherfuckin' dope
Nigga, I need to relax, I'ma pour me a four (Yeah)
Woah (Trap house)
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