Bankroll Mafia - Trenches lyrics

[Intro: TI] Aye, That bullsh** ain't worth a motherf**er And that cap ain't nothin you understand that The bankroll mafia life They wouldn't believe it if we didn't show it to em [Hook: Shad Da god+ London Jae] I get that money in the cold I be strapped like central bowls In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros Run that pack up to the ceiling I'm just tryna stack a million You ain't livin like I'm livin' Had a feelin' I'mma k** it Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on me couple millions worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie Wake em' up I know these p**y n***as sleepin' on me I get that money in the cold I be strapped like central bowls In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros [Hook: Shad Da god] I get that money when its cold I be strapped like central bowls In the trenches it get cold I be watching for my bros [Verse 1: T.I.] Hold up what you feel like Give a damn n***a I'm a G n***a real life I feel like it everytime Got marathon money, yours on the treadmill And I could pull up and day bet these hoes be amazed To the point they got a man, give me head still I'm getting blown with my hand on my steerin' wheel Got a mind up and down like a ferris wheel I swear to god aye Big bankroll this the mafia life Cross that line n***a stoppin' ya life Steady rollin' motherf**er ain't no stoppin' the dice Bust it loose on the jet Shawty had that whole, teach you to net Facetime roscoe and show him the My n***a boosie said we the truth Ain't cappin' to flex, yeah [Hook: Shad Da god+ London Jae] I get that money in the cold I be strapped like central bowls In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros Run that pack up to the ceiling I'm just tryna stack a million You ain't livin like I'm livin' Had a feelin' I'mma k** it Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on me Cop a million worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie Wake em' up I know these p**y n***as sleepin' on me I get that money in the cold I be strapped like central bowls In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros [Verse 2: Shad da god] I'm in these cold a** trenches Margiela's on with a trench b**h I put that million on my wish list I'm in the streets 'til I get the sh** I'm in the benz with a thick b**h Twenty gold rings on like slick rick Twenty gold rings on at my grandma house AR-15 with the biscuits I get the units off, we get the units off All of my n***as is havin' money So you can't tell who the boss We havin' racks right now, and we havin straps right now Jewelry on, aye you better pipe down These b**hes better not pipe down, boot up right now [Hook: Shad Da god+ London Jae] I get that money in the cold I be strapped like central bowls In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros Run that pack up to the ceiling I'm just tryna stack a million You ain't livin like I'm livin' Had a feelin' I'mma k** it Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on me Cop a million worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie Wake em' up I know these p**y n***as sleepin' on me I get that money in the cold I be strapped like central bowls In the trenches it be cold I be watching for my bros