Don Trip - Still In The Trap lyrics

[Verse 1: Don Trip] Ok, ridin' around with my semi I got a backup in the glove compartment And a brown b**h named Penny Yes I'm a mess, I make a mess and she lick it up when I'm finished I wet her up like a gremlin, spread her legs open I'm swimmin' Got two white girls that I'm diggin' I'm no sponsor they're both lendin' One named Suzie, one named Cindy One drink vodka, one drink Henny I'm ballin', no lil' scrimmage k**in' p**y, no forensics Ain't no Louie, ain't no Prada b**h be happy you got denims Just one night it's time we end it and Kleenex is recommended I get paper, I get p**y But I don't mix it, I'm no chemist Lose my number, mind your business Yes I'm trifling, I admit it If it's a crime, then I'll be waiting for my sentence [Hook x2: Juicy J] Still in the trap, that's all I know Still getting money, still slangin' dope So many cars, so many hoes You make it rain, we make it snow [Verse 2: Don Trip] Well, being broke don't make any sense So much cash comin', you would think we printed it Blow the money fast enough, you think we winnin' it Where yo' p**y baby girl, but I'm not lendin' sh** Ain't no ticket on them b**hes I be swimmin' in Paper over p**y, f** her innocence Really if, you give her a dime I think your pimpin' off and your ignorant Cause me, I run more game on her than Dave & Buster's and Jillian's I'm still in that water, so here's all the paper we reelin' in I take a b**h k** her p**y, then take her friend and k** again Get em' sprung off dope dick and they don't deal with no middle men And I come back when I want to and I never give em' no dividends [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Don Trip] Haaaa, money talks don't I know? Always with that plastic, that's no toy, no Tyco Ballin' out, iso Plenty whips, no Geico I'm gainin' pounds and slangin' pounds But you losin' weight, lipo My old b**h is a maniac and my new b**h is a psycho And one day they'll both get along What can I say? I got high hopes Spit game, I got a higher score Pimp sh** is all I know And if Hugh Hefner decides to run for president, he's got my vote Ridin' dirty as mud flaps, but I'm dressed cleaner than Dial Soap My bank account is in five-0's, but I'm still duckin' from the 5-0 Car tinted like the president tryin' to avoid these spyin' hoes But I guarantee I'll get to the money in a dark room with a blindfold [Hook x2]