Don Trip - Guerilla lyrics

[Don Trip] Say welcome to my den I got paid and got a chauffeur I'm a rider til the end Got an extender on the .40 and that .40 got a twin All I know is dirty money but when I count it I feel clean Got a daughter on the way, tryna become a better man And you can say I run this sh** but you can't ever say I ran Say the money keep me high oh how I pray I never land But I don't pray so no wonder why I feel down Guess I'm a workaholic baby I'm not into playin' But I ball as if I'm playin' and givin' up's not in my plans The top is where I stand and the top floor is where I'm stayin' Naw I'm not invitin' you to visit I'm just sayin' Sorry I don't recognize you talkin' unless you payin' And I really can't recall the last time I weighed grams And I'm in that water, snappin' like a clam Ridin' with that fire like a cross from the Klan Guess I'm overaggressive, shootin' like a director And you don't even have to act, you can get shot just bein' the extra Your girl give me retarded brain, sh**, I feel special But I still chase the cheese that isn't digestible Party every night, I feel festive Trappin' like the laws ain't got the balls to come arrest us School of hardknocks and gettin' p**y's an elective Gettin' rich was sorta easy, stayin' rich is more impressive I'm drunk off the power, now I'm throwin' up my section Tryna find a MAK-90, to add to my collection No I don't need no bodyguard, got my protection Send yo lady yo fingers in the mail, you get the message Damn I need a ma**age, my life so very stressful My ma**euse keep talkin' behind my back that b**h better be careful I tried f**in' with rap n***as, call myself bein' helpful But you think we here for friends? You got it twisted like a pretzel f** you and yo career, hope you hear me loud and clear The trap is a magician wand I make you dissappear Yeah I heard yo bars, 3 Musketeers Milkyway Snicker that sh** give you diarrhea But you so full of sh**, none of the sh** you say is real Where's the car you say you drive that don't come out til late next year? It's okay, I wait til you come up with new ideas You spent that in the mall? Blow that kinda dough in Seers All I talk is money now that's music to my ears I'm so motherf**in' fly that birds and planes are my peers Boy them skinny jeans make you n***as look queer My pants never that tight, even when my pockets filled My b**hes pop they p**y, pop they gum and pop pills And I f** 'em for free, p**y's never on my bill b**h I got game, I'm cold enough to give you chills Ball so hard I need a 60 minute highlight reel Still down with the same pack of n***as I come up with Shout out to Interscope they finally opened up my budget Now I'm in this motherf**er Hollywood stuntin' n***as forgotten how to fight, you gotta shoot him if you punch him Sittin' fat, lunchin, as long as the money comin' Shout out to baby Jaylen that's what keeps my motor runnin' You not ready for war, we hit yo block dumpin' and bombin' Guerilla, Gangsta Grillz, Mr. Trip, DJ Drama Motherf**er get money