Trapstar ft. Black Rose, El J£F£ & God's Stunna Lyrics

Money comes first then punani

I like a big back on a brownie

Cute, cute pretty face Barbie

Money, money money comes first then puna

MiLes on this

I make em pop like trapstar Yeah I party like gangsta

I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta

My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja

My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja

I Make it pop like ah rockstar

Real hot gal only fuck wid di gangster

Pretty cute face I'm a rap star

Bid body Benz watch it shake like water

These nigga ain't fucking wid me

Got hittas in ever city wid da pumpy

Wid my gal dem catching flights to any country

We get litty we looking pretty in full quantity

Top gal I'm Bloodclart boss

Any Stage show I mash it up das a must!

Doing up my dance All over TikTok

Hot gal ting noh time too switch up

Bad gal Ah talk sit down

Si mi titty dem firm back round

Yard ting mi nuh fuck wid gal clown

Niggas eye fuck me anytime I touch down!

I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta

I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta

My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja

My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja

They only respect Highness bad moving in silence

Black bitch, white bitch sitting on my black Benz

More money lifestyle living life lavish 5 star

Looking all these girls dressing sexy my speck

Some are looking snappy in skirt

Popping bottles in her breast

A quick turn to my table lap dance on my desk,

I was convinced her panties is red boxers full of sperm

Just wanna give her a quicky

Tell her to ben-ben, ben-ben

So I can shift well and bang bang

They make i pop while they while pop

They make i drunk they still wanna pour more

They make trap while they traps

But i let it go let it go

Am a gangstar they didn't know

They never see my hands down

Am Ethereal, Rockstar

I'm just tryna give back what I owe mines

I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta

I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta

My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja

My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja

Bruddas on you know I really feed the streets and

I got some baddies making more than what you do a week

And I ain't buying her a berkin if she ain't twerking

You won't even get to see me if we ain't working

This lil baddie be helping me file my taxes

If you ain't riding then why would I give you access

Dirty sprites what I'm sipping in this paper cup

I just wanna lick the chocolate of you like it's hazelnut

Guiseppeas on my feet and I ain't worried if I rough em up

Had to let the runner go I knew I that he wernt tough enough

Niggas think there bad and end up dying for the block

Judge had me remanded wifey crying on spot

It's straight life If I get a brudda gone

it's like you should've know better

But I was brought up in the slums

it's been us against the world for the time

I'm just tryna give back what I owe mines

I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta

I make em pop like trapstar yeah I party like gangsta

My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja

My eyes red like Rasta Young G got da ganja