Trapboy Freddy Selling Dreams (feat. Fetty Wap)
[Intro: Fetty Wap]
Yeah baby (Yeah)
Yeah baby
Aye, uhh
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
I got what you need
Count a million off of rap, all in the streets
Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean
Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams
[Refrain: Fetty Wap]
Don't know what I seen
No such thing as fish scale, my whipped butter cream
I'm a real trap nigga, ain't no [?]
I got birds, call them Larry, number 33
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
I got what you need, baby
Count a million off of rap, all in the streets
Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean
Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams, baby
[Verse 1: Trapboy Freddy]
We ain't selling dreams
Might go Prada jeans
My hood proud of me
We get powder cheap
Hit all my traps, I'm still gon' get it
Fuck my opps, I know they fear me
Smoke out the L, I'm still gon' sell it
Too many bowls, I can't even [?]
Put a few pounds in a food truck
I'll put down, that's a coupon
Girl on girl, man, she too turnt up
Make her perced, got the pills in the pouch
Moving this weight, just like I work out
I ain't never been in no gym for real
Baby got a body, and she look like a goddess
I'm tryna see [?] for real
She want me fixed on her toes or something
She wanna go move on these laws, or something
Phone keep ringing, they ain't talking 'bout nothing
I tell them come get one of these bowls, or something
40,000, I'm filling the seats
Spent 20,000, ain't get the receipt
Jumped out the whip just gotta pick up the key
28, get Alicia Keys
125 like the B.I.G
Fit for these thousands, these dior jeans
[Refrain: Fetty Wap]
Don't know what I seen
No such thing as fish scale, my whipped butter cream
I'm a real trap nigga, ain't no [?]
I got birds, call them Larry, number 33
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
I got what you need, baby
Count a million off of rap, all in the streets
Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean
Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams, baby
[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Aye
I just do my thing
They know what I mean
Billion dollar dream
I go for the team
Pull up, I'm just servin' lean
Bought some bricks, I'm servin' slap
I wished up on every rat
'Cause my work is coming back
30 on a 100, I can cook it, if you want it
Don't live with my worth
Keep it real, this shit a 100
I had 8 ball sniffers, [?]
Everything official, come and check it, if you want it
Fetty, I'm with freddy
I'm 'bout my spaghetti
My FN with carats, 2
Go get money, who is you?
My niggas, we love to fight
And we love to shoot
Let a nigga pick and choose
What you 'tryna do?
[Refrain: Fetty Wap]
Don't know what I seen
No such thing as fish scale, my whipped butter cream
I'm a real trap nigga, ain't no [?]
I got birds, call them Larry, number 33
[Chorus: Fetty Wap]
I got what you need, baby
Count a million off of rap, all in the streets
Clip a 100 off of weed, I like cups of lean
Fell in love with the trap, I ain't selling dreams, baby
