Rap Money ft. Sauce Walka Lyrics

Dee Lee, the hottest artist that you could ever be

Listen to the song, Rap Money

Straight out of Louisiana, you heard me

Yeah, baby, know what I'm talking about

You know all the way

Dumb shit, retarded

Dee Lee

I been in the trenches bitch this ain't no rap money

And if I'm in the building, then you know the straps coming

And yeah, and I done went and got a sack, them bitches know my pockets fat

So when they see me, they gon' make a clap for me

I told her pop that pussy for a real one, you know how it go

He bought a strap, rolled through the hood, he had to know how it blow

And I'm still watching for snakes, even though I had mowed

Know niggas hollering about they real ones, and we knowin' they told

My dog feeling like a coach, he put niggas in position

I'm the sickest in my city, nigga, word to my physician

I'm with a bad lil bitch and she don't trip without permission

I bought a brand new stick, came with a beam just for precision

I'm just up in my own lane, don't say the wrong thing

No PS5, we waking up the house, you play the wrong games

I'm in my zone, man, like fuck my bitch, she playing phone games

I had to tell her I'm her dog and I ain't home trained

Straight off the top, look if I flop, then it's back to the scale

My girl just told me that I'm hot, well shit actually hell

Lil' Youngin can't stay off the block, now he back in a cell

Trunk full, passing up 12, my dog get them packs in the mail

My old plug taxin' for bells, I'm thinking about sending a hit

Loaded up ride with a stick, don't think that you hitting a lick

Nigga gotta show me all the proof to tell me he the shit

The streets keep saying I'm the truth, the doctor telling me I'm sick

Told my Youngin stay in school, but he just like sell me a brick

Backwood hitting my lungs, it feel like I rolled up a fist

My bitch mad, stay on my ass, I told her you know how I get

She keep saying that I'm a dog, I told her you know I'm a pit

I been in the trenches bitch this ain't no rap money

And if I'm in the building then you know the straps coming

And yeah, I done went and got a sack, them bitches know my pockets fat

So when they see me they gon' make it clap for me

I told her pop that pussy for a real one, you know how it go

He bought a strap, rolled through the hood, he had to know how it blow

And I'm still watching for snakes, even though I had mowed

Know niggas hollering about they real ones, and we knowing they told