SCAMMERS & DEALERS Lyrics

Trapping in Atlanta money

Callin' baby, I'm an answer Drippin' in designer, forgiato on my whip

I'm standard, baby, come and chill with the kid

Yeah, you know I got it I don't give a damn what it is

I'ma make it happen Chillin' with the scammers and the dealers

Like it ain't happen I'm high as fuck and I feel like I'm on

Saturn Different hoes every week, man, I feel like

I'm Hugh Hefner

Making all this money You know from January to December

Hop out the coupe, give me the loot Show me the proof, yeah, yeah

Hop out the coupe, slide by the opps Shoot on the opps, yeah, yeah

Kill all my opps, fuckin' with scammers Fuckin' with dealers, yeah, yeah

Fuckin' with killers, might get you killed In a second, yeah, yeah

Don't you worry, baby, you know that I got it, got it, got it

I be smokin' weed, drinkin' lean , epic combination, man

You know my diamonds flawless and I got that shit from Johnny Gold

On my teeth and my wrist, man, I feel like Trini

All my diamonds real, yeah I am up for the thrill, yeah

Bitch, I got them skills, yeah Forward-marching skills, yeah

Don't you worry, baby, I been focused lately

Throw that ass in a circle, what's the circumference

Baby, baby, baby, gotta keep a strap on my lap

Every second, baby, and you know I don't play games

Things could get messy, I ain't worried bout these rappers, man

Y'all niggas are messy, Trapping in Atlanta money

Callin' baby, I'm an answer Drippin' in designer, forgiato on my whip

I'm standard, baby, come and chill with the kid

Yeah, you know I got it I don't give a damn what it is

I'ma make it happen, happen, happen, happen, happen, yeah

I'ma make it happen