[Intro]
Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo
Money on a**es in the club jump like kangaroo
Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo
Money on a**es in the club jump like kangaroo
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
There's money to be made
Cars to be caught
Ain't no money in the air
[?]
Real low
Dick harder than a steel toe
Banging that a** on up like it's a deal doe
Freaky b**hes making witches to the [?]
10 minutes in then I'm squirting
Fat a** take a b**h long way in life
Tatted up stretch marks and that cellulite
All this sh** a' make a dollar in their proper places
I'm making big ba**
More loud in your faces
Ciroc by the cases
Sparkles on them bottles
Like the way she twerk that a**
When she walk and waddle
I'm a type of n***a that's gon' get this bread one way or another
I ain't tryna' trust
No n***a
No brutha
I'm just trynna' get a hundred million of another
Y'all know how we do down here in the gutter
[Hook]
Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo
Money on a**es in the club jump like kangaroo
Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo
Money on a**es in the club jump like kangaroo
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Jumping like a kangaroo
What the f** you think you do?
Better get your money before I down you like a drink or two
Ain't too many f**ing with the king, you better check yourself
'Fore you end up getting beat the f** up 'round here you can thank yourself
I get this money
Tell them my hustle
Everything flexing
Look at the muscle
Riding round and I'm getting it
Better check that sh** cuz I'm ignant
Got a hundred racks and i spent it
In a black Maybach I bent it
On the corner
Who the f** does you think that you playing with
I'm an a**hole
[?] in this motherf**er
[?]
This b**h jumping
Something like a six four impala
I'm getting money
They ain't trynna' holla'
Ace town street king
Ghetto scholar
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Trill]
You ever got money with a real n***a?
Come on, keep it real n***a
I'm wearing [?]
Money grow on trees that's why banks got branches
Jumped in my old school
Drove it to my old school
No Fannie Mae
I was never old school
Seen the same teacher from my home room
Said I wouldn't make it
Stupid b**h I told you
You lied
So I called Trae Tha Truth
And I hit Project Pat now we balling to the booth
I get b**hes, I get bread
Your b**h give me brain, she always thinking ahead
Uh, she get it jumping like a kangaroo
I get it jumping like a kangaroo
If its prom there's no telling what my thing can do
Till I get downs what I came to do
Trill!
[Hook]