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joey trap - some money lyrics

[intro]
(808 mafia)
we got us some money, huh

[chorus]
we got us some money, huh
the trap house is jumpin’, huh
like brand new balenci [?], huh
i put my own wrist in the pot
i pull out the racks to the spot
i took your b+tch out her socks
this morning i’m smokin’ exotic

[verse]
i ride with pistol, n+gga, keep it on my side
you is a b+tch, lil’ n+gga, no, you not my slime, huh
big .33, got a [?] on me, huh
came out the trench with the mud on me, huh
came out the flood with the drugs on me, huh
new louboutin’s, got the blood on me, huh
came out the trap, had to run up a pack
i stay with straps, if i run up, you lack
been off the porch and you been on your back
i got her celine, huh, man, that b+tch is a freak, huh
shawty a cheater, she’s an eater
perc and molly, she geeked up
[?] now she need us
heat tucked, gotta hustle to feed us
[?], we don’t need trust
we up, so i’m knowin’ that we up and n+ggas can’t be us
[chorus]
we got us some money, huh
the trap house is jumpin’, huh
like brand new balenci [?], huh
i put my own wrist in the pot
i pull out the racks to the spot
i took your b+tch out her socks
this morning i’m smokin’ exotic

- joey trap lyrics

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