Trap lord Mansion lyrics

Trap lord Mansion
Trap lord Mansion

Got b*tches in my mansion
Smokin' with them that benson
5 pools,9 Bedrooms
Givenchy Perfume
I got 4 doors,16 cars
Living like a motherf*cking czar
Party Everyday
Yes,Even on Monday's
I'mma f*ck your b*tch even if she's getting late
Gold plates,Corn Flackes
Going Platinum,Updates
Me & you can never relate
I just sold 100,000 Bricks,Mate
And your b*tch is on my di*k
She wanna get laid

Trap lord Mansion
Trap lord Mansion

I land in Colombian
Head with rayban's out
"Yo soy el jefe"
I'm a boss,b*tch,With the boss ass b*tch beside me
f*ck everybody even who's ridin' with me
Uh,I don't talk sh*t,I talk money,b*tch
Gold Choppa,Man that sh*t looks like my Beastly di*k
Black Gucci,Black Raybans,Black Rolly
I'm the man who's makin money,Only
My mansion's front lookin' like that bellagio
I'mma f*ck that b*tch even if she says "no"

I'm all about that brick
I'm all about that brick
Million Dollars i flip
All this coke
I'm so high
I might need a cloak
b*tch,Your boys a joke
I slept with 300 then it turned to a 900 when i woke
That pus*y sweet like Honey oat