[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
6 diamond chains on
4 diamond rings on
M's, on top of M's when I came home
My lil bitch she ratchet, bend her over, stab it
[?]
Let the pussy n***a have it
I be dead fresh
Bitch closed casket
I got money habits tragic
You see the pounds, now you don't, trap n***a magic
Thousand pounds gone
If I make it, memories disappear, am I wrong?
Getting head on the E way I just hope I make it home
Bitch ratchet just like Trina, but she fine like Nia Long
She Bad and she a savage yeah, pretty and she nasty yeah
Then Shе call me daddy yeah
Met hеr in Louisiana, fucked her down in Dallas yeah
Dolph did you get your first million from selling [?] from Cali yeah
All we know is trappin, yeah
Hundred rounds in traffic, yeah

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, count, count
Count, count
Count, count
Count, count
If your bitch look good, then I might take her
I just fuck them, na I don't wanna date her
N***a where your cake? You look like [?]
Money keep calling me, bitch I see you later
[Verse 2: Trapboy Freddy]
Run to the paper just like I'm a [?]
Whole lotta [?]
[?]
My bitch want a bracelet [?]
I told her be pationt, I ran out of pationts
Walking and stepping on [?]
[?]
[?] young n***a go brazy
Too brazy, [?] my shoelaces
2 bitches and me, that's 2 faces
[?] like 2 [?]
Ride off, don't pay for the cash, no write off
Real n***a baby, no knock off
These n***as have beef, they get knocked off
458 in the bag
2700 on the tag
Cooking [?] stashing
[?] Pateck
[?] addic
[?]
[?]
I ain't even got no grammy

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, count, count
Count, count
Count, count
Count, count
If your bitch look good, then I might take her
I just fuck them, na I don't wanna date her
N***a where your cake? You look like [?]
Money keep calling me, bitch I see you later