#3AM - Trap lord Mansion lyrics

Trap lord Mansion Trap lord Mansion Got b**hes in my mansion Smokin' with them that benson 5 pools,9 Bedrooms Givenchy Perfume I got 4 doors,16 cars Living like a motherf**ing czar Party Everyday Yes,Even on Monday's I'mma f** your b**h even if she's getting late Gold plates,Corn Flackes Going Platinum,Updates Me & you can never relate I just sold 100,000 Bricks,Mate And your b**h is on my dick She wanna get laid Trap lord Mansion Trap lord Mansion I land in Colombian Head with rayban's out "Yo soy el jefe" I'm a boss,b**h,With the boss a** b**h beside me f** everybody even who's ridin' with me Uh,I don't talk sh**,I talk money,b**h Gold Choppa,Man that sh** looks like my Beastly dick Black Gucci,Black Raybans,Black Rolly I'm the man who's makin money,Only My mansion's front lookin' like that bellagio I'mma f** that b**h even if she says "no" I'm all about that brick I'm all about that brick Million Dollars i flip All this coke I'm so high I might need a cloak b**h,Your boys a joke I slept with 300 then it turned to a 900 when i woke That p**y sweet like Honey oat