Money Out The Trap Lyrics

I'ma Get this Money Out the Trap

Headed to the Top

I am from the Bottom of the Map

Catch me Up and Down

I be Hustling like a Cab

I be with my Brothers

We be Looking like a Frat

Gang Gang

I'ma Get this Money Out the Trap

Headed to the Top

I am from The Bottom of the Map

Catch me Up and Down

I be Hustling like a Cab

I be with my Brothers

We be Looking like a Frat

Gang Gang

Real nigga in the Game

I want the Money Fuck the Fame nigga

I be Taking Hits

I'll Bust a Brain For the Change nigga

I be in the Trap House In my Own Lane nigga

Big Dope Boy

Smoking on the Best Strain nigga

Bitch I Hold Down New Orleans

Them Missile's and them magazines

My lil nigga He Sucka Free

Be Thugging Around on Josephine

You pussy niggas Make Believe

Don't Make Me cause a Casualty

I'm Living Good Financially

The Bread Winners my Family

You bitches Know Whats up with Me

I Get the Money in them Streets

I Love the Color Blue and Green

I be Around but Seldom Seen

I fuck with them Dominicans

My nigga TED a Hooligan

I'm OG Boobie Black

A Mother fucking Hood Veteran

I'ma Get this Money Out the Trap

Headed to the Top

I am from the Bottom of the Map

Catch me Up and Down

I be Hustling like a Cab

I be with my Brothers

We be Looking like a Frat

Gang Gang

I'ma Get this Money Out the Trap

Headed to the Top

I am from The Bottom of the Map

Catch me Up and Down

I be Hustling like a Cab

I be with my Brothers

We be Looking like a Frat

Gang Gang

I ain't Picky with this shit

I'm just Trying to Get Rich

You can Pay me All in Ones

I'ma Throw it on a bitch

Randy Johnson with the Fast Ball Nigga I'ma Pitch

If I'm doing Bad

You Catch me on the Pot

I am like a Witch

Hustler

I can Sell Umbrellas to a Fish

I the Chef of the Skinny People Working on a Dish

Me and Og Boobie Black

Macking to Your bitch

My Career is going Well Nigga

You can Make a Wish

It is Death to Anybody

That has Ever took the Stand

I am Jax from Mortal Kombat

With Two Metals in my Hand

If you Catch me on the Beach

Leave you Leaking in the Sand

I be with the Strap

Like that shit be Trying Catch a Tan

Hustle hustle hustle

I could Never Take a Break

Don't get Along with pussy niggas

I'm Allergic to the Fake

I'ma Stay Smoking these niggas

You can Call that Wake & Bake

Yeah it Might be your Birthday

I'm the One Getting the Cake

I'ma Get this Money Out the Trap

Headed to the Top

I am from the Bottom of the Map

Catch me Up and Down

I be Hustling like a Cab

I be with my Brothers

We be Looking like a Frat

Gang Gang

I'ma Get this Money Out the Trap

Headed to the Top

I am from The Bottom of the Map

Catch me Up and Down

I be Hustling like a Cab

I be with my Brothers

We be Looking like a Frat

Gang Gang