Don Trip Still In The Trap (ft. Juicy J)
(Verse)
Okay! Ridin round in my city
I got a bag up in the glove compartment
And a brown bitch named Penny
Yes I'm a mess, I make a mess and she lick it up when I'm finished
I wet her up like a gremlin
Spread her legs open, I'm swimming
Got two white girls that I'm digging
I'm no sponsor, they're both lending
One named Suzie, one named Cindy
One drink vodka, one drink Henny
I'm ballin, all that screamin
Killin pussy, no forensics
Round Louie ain't no Prada
Bitch be happy you got Denims
Just one night, it's time we end it
And Kleenex is recommended
I get paper, I get pussy but I don't mix it,
I'm no chemist
Use my number, man it's business
Yes I'm stripped and I admit it
If it's a crime then I'll be waitin for my sentence
(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that's all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow
(Verse)
Being broke don't make any sense
So much cash comin you would think we printed it
Blow the money fast, now you think we winnin it
Where yo pussy baby girl but I'm not lendin shit
Ain't no takin down them bitches, I be swimming in that
Paper off her pussy, f..ck her innocence
Really if you give her a dime I thinkin you're pimpin off or you're ignorant
Cus me, I run more game on it then they busters and trillions
I'm still in that YSL, here's all the paper we reel in here
I take a bitch, kill her pussy
Then take her friend and kill again
Hit em square, got a tough dick
And they don't get with no middle man
And I come back when I want to
And I never give em no dividends
(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that's all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow
(Verse)
Money talks, don't I know?
All the way with that plastic, there's no toy, no tico
Ballin that ice-o
Plenty whips no dyke-o
I'm gainin pound and slangin pounds
But you losin weight, lipo
My old bitches they maniac and my new bitches they psycho
And one day they want me to know
What can I say? I got high hopes
Spit game, I got a higher score
Pimp shit is all I know
And if you haven't yet decide to run for president
He got my vote
Ride dirty, it's more blessed
But I'm dressed cleaner than daso
A bank account, as in 5 O's
But I'm still duckin for the 5O
Car tinted like the president
Tryna avoid these spyin hoes
But I gave it to you, I get to the money
In a dark room with a black fo
(Hook x2)
Still in trap – that's all I know
Still getting money, still slangin dough
So many cars, so many hoes
You make it rain, we make it snow
