Deonte "Money Bag$" Hayes - Trap Luv lyrics

[Skit: Kenneth "b**bie" Williams] Dudes can't appreciate, you know what I'm saying, county and wealth, you know what I mean, as far as like inner wealth, you know what I mean? When you see when you the fool [Intro: Yo Gotti] I'm in a jungle Lions, tigers and gorillas and sh** n***a It's a lot of monkey a** n***as out here too 'Lotta hustle n***a Rules, laws, strategy [Verse 1: Yo Gotti] 10 million dollars later I'm a blessin' n***a How a n***a rich but still stressin' n***a Glock .40, Smith & Wesson n***a Streets will never ever stop testin' n***as Youngin' give 'em a head shot, send a message n***a Part rapper, part goon, still finessin' n***a I believe in hustle I don't f** with luck And it's f** em k** em all if they don't f** with us Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices Cocaine Mafia, double check the prices n***as k**in' n***as like they got a license n***as crossin' over like they Allen Iverson f** that iPhone 6, they be trackin' n***as I'm about to get a beeper, fade to black on n***as Gotti, goodnight, I'm gone I be back when they quit livin' through phones When n***as put the gram down and pick the grams up You got follows but no dollars man that sh** ain't addin' up Nah, and all the dirt I done, all the bricks I sold I can't sleep at night, paranoid it shows I be strapped on stage, f** the award show Cause I shoot this b**h up and only God knows [Skit] Yeah like I told you a long time ago fam, y'all gon' hold it against you. I keep fightin' doin' this to y'all. Every time I get somethin' in the mail whether it's favorable or not from the courts, I keep puttin' it down because y'all are my motivation. I appreciate the love [Verse 2: Rick Ross] n***as ridin' gold rims and they mama po' And they k** a family member for that envelope I'm the Lionel Richie to these Commodores We flipped pies to franchisin' Dominoes I speak for dope boys every track I'm on Until this day my people never rat or told Posted 20 in, I'm talkin' fed pen The line between us both have gained so very thin Amongst my boys, I'm W.E.B. Du Bois Souls of black folk to hustle wasn't a choice Rap game everybody skimmin' off the top f** the interest as long as you pull it off the lot Hoes wanna f**, haters wanna hate Certified sack boy, black Ronald Reagan Double M no longer that Buick Regal money Nickel bag n***as so don't make me put a kilo on it Negotiatin' for it or either we take it n***as even shootin' choppers in a f**in' cadence Fell out with some people that I still love I guess that's how it goes when it's real blood I remember countin' cash standin' in the trap I turned my hat to the back, had a hundred stacks 60 M's later, it's 300 tax Still losin' weight with the south on my back, n***a [Bridge: Rick Ross] I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge I pray you live by these rules We came so close to the edge I pray you play by the rules [Outro: Rick Ross] Ain't no mercy young n***a It's the jungle, locs And I pray you rich forever Gotti, I pray you rich forever All my n***as I pray you rich forever When you smokin' and you vibin' to this sh** I pray you rich forever my n***a Hood Billionaire