B.A. - Trap Money (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hoe and that's really trap money I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hoe and that's really trap money [B.A.] B.A.!! Blue lights flashin, checkin out my mansion Gangster so flashy, Louis Vuitton magnum How he out here swaggin? Dat be what they askin I drop the white crease, call it dope boy magic Dopeology, you should take one of my cla**es Hit me in the hood, red carpet, pants saggin Rob you on Front Street in 75 cla**ic My potnahs know I'm good in the hood besides rappin I got trap money cabin, it's 30 if you askin D trap money lavish, ain't gotta make it rappin Fruity bezel the cabbage, them country n***as taxin Ballin like Maverick, blowin loud in the traffic I robbed a n***a twosie in some Rap Lord fashion Say young'n in the hood, I'm a trap money addict Cartier gla**es, you see that I got money I wake up early in the mornin I need me some trap money [Chorus] I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hoe and that's really trap money I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hoe and that's really trap money [Mook] Mook~! 20 Benz back, you see a n***a, that's my pack money Look I ain't got no record deal so no it ain't no rap money You see the stack in my jeans, I can't fit no rubber band 22 on cents, I'ma wrap it 'round them And first I unload the tractor, bust 'em out the wrapper Get 'em to my trappers and they bring me back them rat chicks Bust off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl When I get the panky you know I'm water whippin her No top on the whip, tank top Louis V You can call me tank top cause all I do is wifebeat Talkin smart on the phone, price just gone up Take it or leave it homeboy, either way I give a f** Pot cold, LB's, kush by the O-Z's Yeah I sell 'em for the low and get 'em for the dirt cheap Get in just how you want, I'm a walkin trap sto' Well connected n***a courtesy of my amigos Flyin down 20 East, trunk full of dirty birdies In the middle of the drought we let them b**hes fly for 30 In the kitchen cuttin work I gotta do my two-step Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front stop Now I'm on Y-65, just got off I-10 In the handicap van, fill it up with midgets man I mean the good I know is show and it ain't come from rappin money Ten bands, all tens, n***a that's my trap money [Chorus] I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hoe and that's really trap money I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got trap money, I got trap-I got trap I got 20 for a show, but it's really rap money 20 for a hoe and that's really trap money