Gucci Mane - Trap Money feat. Shawty Lo

TRAP MONEY
(Gucci Mane ft. Shawty Lo)

[Gucci Mane: talking]
Yea nigga I got trap money dawg
Real talk, real spit like,
I aint even gotta rap
I'm good nigga
I make hits nigga
But da word on da street nigga Im worth a mil on da low nigga
Shawty Lo in this muthafucka wit me nigga
D4L nigga, westside to zone 6 nigga
Whats happnin nigga

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Ya mane you wanna rob Gucci then that means you wanna die,
Wanna shop wit Shawty Lo, tell him what you wanna buy
I'm a rapper, slash trapper and my lyrics so fye,
Every time tha drought come, throw my prices so high
Give some work to my dawg, told em take it round thurr,
Soon as you get dat cake, bring it right back here
I got trap money baby, I sell Crys, not beers,
I got trap money baby, you can check my ears
Half a mil for a deal homie why you sign that?
Where I hide that coke-a-cola, they will neva find that
Mix the yay with the soda, it come back that good oooh,
Wife beater on shawty, just to show my tattoos.
I'm a zone 6 rapper, cash mil thats flat
I aint talkin to you nigga, less u want a ten-pack
Bring that work to my dawg, he gon' bring dat money back,
if I front a 100 pounds, he gon' bring a 100 stacks


[chorus:]
I got trap money [x4]
20 for a show, but it's really rap money
20 for a hoe, and it's really trap money


[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Say what's up to my amigo, we be talkin real illegal,
I be like 500 tacos homes, 75 burritos
When I talk to my rastas, he like where da bumbaclot?
20,000 pounds, we might bring that to my trap spot
Got a Chinese plug wit dem pills, no lie,
Every time I shop wit him he like hurry up and buy
Got a French nigga shoppin cause I really don't care,
Yea that work and my deal, shawty oh contraire
Got a Muslim nigga coppin that, he want a big bomb,
As-salam Alaikum, Alaikum As-salam
Got a crippled nigga buyin man he really can't walk,
And a nigga use the sign language, really can't talk
You might think this shit funny but I'm not a comedian,
Wanna-be trappers see they lack the ingredients
Gucci Mane and Shawty Lo, we pushin weight nigga
I got trap money nigga, I'm a heavy cake nigga

[chorus]

[Verse 3: Shawty Lo]
I'm at da base, and Gucci at da trap house
I'm in da kitchen and dat shit smellin real loud
And I aint use nothin but a lil soda,
A lil water and it jumped back ova

30 minutes, thirty grand,
I'll bake dem cakes, I'm da baker's man
I'll sell more shoes than Baker's man,
I'll blow hundreds of grand in vegas man.
I got trap money, I got rap money,
And I don't rap, I finess da spits,
Do what I want, talk, blow on these bitches
da blow taught me so I'ma teach da streets

[chorus]