[Verse 1]
I'm in the trap house
My shirt off, my air force 1's on
If i don't count at least 20 thousand
I ain't taking my ass home
I done made so much profit off a goddamn trap phone
Running circles through the dope bowl
I done ran outta laps holmes
OG counted a whole ticket in my face I don't care holmes
I don't work for no n***a i got my own trap holmes
300 cash for my whip, 375 for a zip
Baby Jesus with me he talking 'bout taking a trip
Don't you even think about playing artillery like Taliban
I took all my cash out the vault
Them young n***as thought I was playing
They thought i was broke
Got it on me right now
Don't think about lyin'
YDD don't do no playing
YDD cash on demand
Yeah, sitttin' in the trap with my woes
Count up them racks with my woes
Passing the gas to my woes
Fuck up the cash with my woes
Pass the lil bitch to my woes
Hit a big lick with my woes
Ima get rich with my woes
Ima get rich with my woes