Juicy J - Trap lyrics

All my b**hes call me papi Sloppy pockets, I'm poppin' All these dollars I been clockin' It ain't no way to stop it My wrist so rocky, Liberace watchin', 3 mil on watches So much ice, drippin' off me You and your b**h could play hockey I'm sippin' lean out a coconut cup, I'm in the tropics I been countin' so much money, had to find me a hobby I'm Czechoslaka, they watchin' I got Rastas with choppers Got the machine gun with cartridges They runnin' in, they ain't knockin' Steve Austin flossin', tell them it's a new boss in office And if we ain't talking profit, it ain't no use in callin' These n***as triple crossin', double cross, quadruple your losses I heard them haters tried to block, I went bought two new Ferraris Double down with two pistols, ain't missin' no target Right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple the losses Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the office Then put them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy Seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad 'cause I'm flossin' (Trap) All these rubber bands, f** what I'm gon' do with a wallet? I'm in the booth countin' money, I'm so goddamn co*ky My lil' b**h pop her p**y, I just might pop me a molly That clean codeine got me geeked up, spill lean all over Versace I got k**ers with me, they don't do no talkin' or boxin' I got that long bread, I'm talkin' footlong pizza, no toppings Throw them goons a little bread We'll take your baby's adoption And we ain't worried about the feds AR's in secret compartments Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like it's coffee They say Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies coffins We handle business like bosses and treat the streets like an office I had a duplex with a million worth of bricks in the closet Double down with two pistols, ain't missin' no target Right before the funeral, let you pick out your coffin Had to triple cross the double cross, quadruple the losses Sippin' lean like a coffee bean, ain't sleepin' on shawty OK I doubled up the work, I put them things in the office Then put them on the freeway, now I feel like I'm Rossy Seen them peoples in my rear view, hit the gas and I lost 'em Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad cause I'm flossin' (Trap)