Trap Money lyrics

[Intro]
What? What? Okay!
I'm KirbLaGoop lil b*tch, I'm in your nightmare
Haha!
Jug! Jug! Jug! Jug!

[Hook]
Trap money, trap money, trap money (Trap money!)
Jug money, jug money, jug money (Jug! Jug!)
Double up, with the pack, going dummy (Doubled up [?])
Boy's sweet [?] (Man they sweet!)
Trap money, trap money, trap money (Trap! Trap!)
Hood money, hood money, hood money (Jug money!)
Double up, with the pack, going dummy (Goin' stupid)
Boy's sweet [?] (Man they pie!)

[Verse 1]
No money spent, I f*ck your b*tch
I pay my rent off your b*tch
2 thots, 6 hoes in the Cadillac
No breaks on this boom f*cking kit kat
It don't matter where I'm at I'mma keep it
Rappers Vegas, I'm Ferris (?)
Don't repeat it, If you see it, Keep your mouth closed
Let me hear you speak, oh noes, get your brains blown
Shop never close, always open
Always smoking, all this totem, purple pourin
Leaned up, put the track in a 2-4
I don't hear sh*t you sayin, I'm too high fool
Caked up, Baked up, Betty Crocker (I'm a Baker)
(?)
Doing purple, free my f*cking brother Slikk
f*ck the police, they always on my di*k
Down south florida, where I come from
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