Trap n*gga lyrics

by

Renni Rucci


[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus]
Met this little n*gga from the 6 (6) movin' bricks (Bricks)
Pounds all in my luggage 'cause I'm really with the sh*t (sh*t)
Need a real street n*gga and he tote a lot of sticks (Sticks)
He all about his money, he ain't never in the mix (Mix)
I love a trap n*gga (Trap n*gga), a real trap n*gga (Trap n*gga)
A real go-getter, dough-flipper, dough-kicker (Uh)
He all about that pressure, ain't no ho n*gga (Uh)
And if it's 'bout that bag, it's a go n*gga (Uh)

[Verse 1]
He gon' re-up then flip it
That money, he get it (Get it)
He set up the place 'cause he know I be with it (I'm down)
If that n*gga sweet then you know we gon' lick it (Uh huh)
Call me Money Making Renni 'cause I know that I get it (Get it)
I heard he got a mill in the stash, ho (Yeah)
When your money real, you ain't really got brag though
They wish they turned me on, let 'em beat it from the back door
I like that dirty money, need a n*gga with some cash flow (b*tch)

[Chorus]
Met this little n*gga from the 6 (6) movin' bricks (Bricks)
Pounds all in my luggage 'cause I'm really with the sh*t (sh*t)
Need a real street n*gga and he tote a lot of sticks (b*tch)
He all about his money, he ain't never in the mix (Uh)
I love a trap n*gga (Trap n*gga), a real trap n*gga (Trap n*gga)
A real go-getter, dough-flipper, dough-kicker (Uh)
He all about that pressure, ain't no ho n*gga (Uh)
And if it's 'bout that bag, it's a go n*gga (Uh)
[Verse 2]
That [?] up in his pocket like a cameltoe
He keep the trap beatin', you can call that n*gga Hammer though
Whenever we creepin', now I never wear no pantyhose
He like that easy access, lick it like an envelope (Lick it up)
He movin' weights so he gon' make this b*tch quake (b*tch quake)
He give me what I want, make sure a b*tch straight (b*tch straight)
Put the money on my plate, make sure a b*tch ate
Got me some new titties and new bags, now a b*tch great (Got 'em)

[Chorus]
Met this little n*gga from the 6 (6) movin' bricks (Bricks)
Pounds all in my luggage 'cause I'm really with the sh*t (sh*t)
Need a real street n*gga and he tote a lot of sticks (b*tch)
He all about his money, he ain't never in the mix (Uh)
I love a trap n*gga (Trap n*gga), a real trap n*gga (Trap n*gga)
A real go-getter, dough-flipper, dough-kicker (Uh)
He all about that pressure, ain't no ho n*gga (Uh)
And if it's 'bout that bag, it's a go n*gga (Go n*gga)
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