Trap Pap Counter That
[Intro: Trap Pap]
(BrettCoxy) Yea
Every time
Yea yea
[Chorus: Trap Pap]
I flew to LA on a PJ now I'm chilling in Miami
I just want the money I ain't worried bout a Grammy
Big Body Benz hogging up in traffic can you handle that (Skrr)
Baby on the pole in slow motion trying throw it back
1 for the money (Yea), and 2 for the hoes (Yea)
3 for the Rollie, remember we was swinging poles (What)
Counted niggas out dumb niggas shouldn't have counted that
Nigga drop a ticket how the f..ck is you going counter that
[Verse 1: Trap Pap]
Put that on momma leave that nigga where he standing at
Ain't no f..cking up my money I'm a Bunn I ain't having that
Jon gotti, Kamikaze
Hunnits in a Maserati, we ain't tryna hurt nobody (Yea, Yea)
Don't tell me that you love me cause it don't mean shit (It don't)
And if a nigga owe me money he can hold these clips
So many niggas they done told loose lips sink ships (They do)
Don't be reaching for my plate with no empty dish
Got me pushing P, Remember we ain't eat
Sleep was for the weak
100 G's, we ain't sleep for weeks
We was in the street, now we industry
You a mini me, niggas envy me (Trap)
Same 24 how the f..ck you niggas mad at me
[Chorus: Trap Pap]
I flew to LA on a PJ now I'm chilling in Miami (Miami)
I just want the money I ain't worried bout a Grammy (Yea)
Big Body Benz hogging up in traffic can you handle that
Baby on the pole in slow motion trying throw it back
1 for the money (Yea), and 2 for the hoes (Yea)
3 for the Rollie (Yea), remember we was swinging poles (Yea)
Counted niggas out dumb niggas shouldn't have counted that (At All)
Nigga drop a ticket how the f..ck is you going counter that
[Verse 2: Spl Haiti]
Man that bullshit advice (Yup), Man you niggas could've kept it
And Brodie got the stick everything copacetic
Use a bitch for her crib I just call it getting leverage
And use her face too and she going suck me like a beverage
Man you niggas paper thin, Show you how to stack a ten (Yea)
All a nigga know is win, Trap on thank you come again
Live a life full of sin, They catch you take it on the chin
These my brothers not my friends you know we thugging to the end
Bitch you know we slump shit everything get regulated
Do that shit your self cause these bitch niggas be hesitating
In a different league now you know that we be heavy weighting
And you can do this shit too you just got to be hella patient
[Chorus: Trap Pap]
I flew to LA on a PJ now I'm chilling in Miami (Miami)
I just want the money I ain't worried bout a Grammy (Yea)
Big Body Benz hogging up in traffic can you handle that
Baby on the pole in slow motion trying throw it back
1 for the money (Yea), and 2 for the hoes (Yea)
3 for the Rollie (Yea), remember we was swinging poles
Counted niggas out dumb niggas shouldn't have counted that (At All)
Nigga drop a ticket how the f..ck is you going counter that