Trae Tha Truth - Kangaroo lyrics

[Intro] Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo Money on a**es in the club jump like kangaroo Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo Money on a**es in the club jump like kangaroo [Verse 1: Project Pat] There's money to be made Cars to be caught Ain't no money in the air [?] Real low Dick harder than a steel toe Banging that a** on up like it's a deal doe Freaky b**hes making witches to the [?] 10 minutes in then I'm squirting Fat a** take a b**h long way in life Tatted up stretch marks and that cellulite All this sh** a' make a dollar in their proper places I'm making big ba** More loud in your faces Ciroc by the cases Sparkles on them bottles Like the way she twerk that a** When she walk and waddle I'm a type of n***a that's gon' get this bread one way or another I ain't tryna' trust No n***a No brutha I'm just trynna' get a hundred million of another Y'all know how we do down here in the gutter [Hook] Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo Money on a**es in the club jump like kangaroo Feds coming in trap jumping like a kangaroo Money on a**es in the club jump like kangaroo [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] Jumping like a kangaroo What the f** you think you do? Better get your money before I down you like a drink or two Ain't too many f**ing with the king, you better check yourself 'Fore you end up getting beat the f** up 'round here you can thank yourself I get this money Tell them my hustle Everything flexing Look at the muscle Riding round and I'm getting it Better check that sh** cuz I'm ignant Got a hundred racks and i spent it In a black Maybach I bent it On the corner Who the f** does you think that you playing with I'm an a**hole [?] in this motherf**er [?] This b**h jumping Something like a six four impala I'm getting money They ain't trynna' holla' Ace town street king Ghetto scholar [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Trill] You ever got money with a real n***a? Come on, keep it real n***a I'm wearing [?] Money grow on trees that's why banks got branches Jumped in my old school Drove it to my old school No Fannie Mae I was never old school Seen the same teacher from my home room Said I wouldn't make it Stupid b**h I told you You lied So I called Trae Tha Truth And I hit Project Pat now we balling to the booth I get b**hes, I get bread Your b**h give me brain, she always thinking ahead Uh, she get it jumping like a kangaroo I get it jumping like a kangaroo If its prom there's no telling what my thing can do Till I get downs what I came to do Trill! [Hook]