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Chorus: (x2) Chorus: (x2) Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dough, so much coke, traffic can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed All these fufu ass niggas Man, just move around! If staying up was a sport, I would be up, God damn! We ain't wiping these hoes, cause we don't give a damn Getting money was a sport, I would be up some... Better stay up in your lane cause we don't give a damn! My youngers with the sis, bitch we don't give a damn I say the... that I'm going, get âem... down I keep myself close, cause they don't fuck around Chorus: (x2) Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dough, so much coke, traffic can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed I'm the real trap nigga, you can see it in my eyes I got weight, lot of grands, and I still sell them back I need a new connect, cause this place is getting hot SongtexteThrew some Benz out at the factory, I'm just trying to get it back Get it back, get it back, hit the trap, I get it back I got workers in the back, and they're pushing all this path! God damn, God damn, I'm the man, girlfriend Suck my dick, suck my dick, bitch, you gonna do my man! He stands and he licks, bitch, you gotta do my... He stands and he licks, you know I need ins Kick the dough, lay you down, split the profit with my mens If you don't know it, we're getting in! split the profit with my mens Chorus: (x2) Money, power, respect, that's all a nigga know I got junkies at my door, I sell a lot of coke So much dough, so much coke, traffic can't get old It's that real trap music, man don't get exposed Aus Songtexte Mania