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philthy rich – money in the trap lyrics

[intro: rockie fresh]
yeah
young rockie checkin’ in, yeah
i just want the money, yeah
look

[verse 1: rockie fresh]
i pulled up stuntin’ in them bm-dubs
hold it down, all these pretty b-tches showin’ love, yeah
i don’t really go out to the club
i got the party in the crib, throwin’ money up
i stepped in, yeezys on
what’s the plan, switched to vans
holler at me, i’m the man
tell these hoes they understand, whoa, yeah
understand that it’s game time
and i ain’t trippin’ off what ain’t mine
i come through on east wine when a n-gg- want beef
i can stay up all night, b-tch i won’t sleep
for the promise that i’m gon’ eat
young n-gg- hustle hard all week

[chorus: rockie fresh]
i got money in the trap, money in the trap
i got money in the trap, money in the trap
i be sippin’ strong, these n-gg-s sippin’ tap
you can tell ’em it’s a wrap, money in the trap, yeah
i got money in the trap, money in the trap
i got money in the trap, money in the trap
i be sippin’ strong, these n-gg-s sippin’ tap
you can tell ’em it’s a wrap, money in the trap, yeah

[verse 2: philthy rich]
i say now money in the trap, money in the trap
he be sippin’ quali, i be sippin’ act
i f-cked the b-tch once but i won’t run it back
she be blowin’ up my phone, want me to take her back
lil moschino on my belt, see i be in designer
these jeans ysl, see that’s another thousand
seminary n-gg- right in front of housing
got the wraith parked outside, that’s three hundred thousand
look i pulled up in a foreign with the doors up
that broke b-tch up on my d-ck, she ain’t got no love
i remember back then she had her nose up
but all this money in the trap got me froze up, it’s philthy

[verse 3: casey veggies]
i got money in the trap but i do the rap
if my bro throw me the live i’ma make it happen
got some b-tches on the job, yeah we really stackin’
pulled up in that new five, got it off of rappin’
yeah i told her she can’t f-ck with a boss if she don’t act right
six months on the road, yeah i gotta get my cash right
diamonds dancin’ all up in the dark like a black light
crazy with the vision, see the money with a flashlight, d-mn
we the realest n-gg-s that stepped in the building
tap my bro up on the arm like your b-tch look familiar
i’m ’bout to make a million, i’m like f-ck your feelings
a n-gg- trappin’ swag, i ain’t drug dealing

[verse 4: fat trel]
sh-t i got money in my belt, it ain’t no rake and sh-t
i’m not the type to make them pretty b-tches wait for me
i bought a pound and josh just rolled it in a haitian leaf
and told them motherf-ckin’ suckers come and pray for me
see all my life i had to fight, i had to wait a while
my mama cried like every day, i had to make her smile
i made a play and caught the cake and counted thirty straight
that sh-t remind me of a tour i had for thirty k
so now it’s money comin’ in, money goin’ out
them pints comin’ from the north, i make her go south
a hood full of young n-gg-s, watch me hold it down
some bullsh-t, i press a b-tton, shoot a hundred rounds

- philthy rich lyrics

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