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Yo Trap - Money Crazy Lyrics



Yo Trap - Money Crazy Lyrics




[ Featuring Ready Rah ]

How much money is in here
How much? Is that your money
There's a ton of money in here
No, not singles

Bags and bags of money

My yuddy left the, Gen he brought the new, told him blow the cig
So f*cked up, I was serving, J's was knocking at my momma crib

Momma found my 357, was trying to put me out the crib
She ain't got no kids this weekend, I f*ck her up through the crib
He ain't got no munyun, she told me how broke he is
Niggas be my son, son, the trappiest, they know who he is

Got diamonds dancing, chain reaction, cold like Minnesota
I been going money, money, money crazy

Had to grind for these racks and going back, broke, bitch, you crazy
Got damn these old heads, asking me for deals in front cause they was lazy
I might buy you a two-toned maybach back or four crib, I'm talking crazy
Two-toned gen, that's Pb and Jelly, I ah shoot his ass above the rim

End of the month, I get all deals. First of the month, they think it's yay
My pops had a bird house, serving chicken, before chick-fil-A
Shoot a dartin' and shit, I send a bomb like Lamar Jack
Lately juggs went crypto, I got a dubby on my cash app

I got a plug, 50K a brick, gonna be my last lap
Thought his scalp was itching, we going strictly for the head tap
Dick her down so crazy, like submission
She go, mm-mm

Dick her down so crazy, like submission
Make her tap-tap
Free snow, make you disappear like it's Snapchat
Barin' arm, this a fully auto, it go bap-bap

You niggas weird, sliming out your partner, ain't no loyalty
This pussy really hate me cause it's BM Steady calling me
I can't sell my soul, trap house on my G-Lock
I had a green face Rollie, 36 off the re-rock

I'm in a Lose lose situation, beefing, trying to kill a cop
I be high as sht Trap City snowball hit Bernard Hop

My yuddy left the, Gen he brought the new, told him blow the cig
So f*cked up, I was serving, J's was knocking at my momma crib

Momma found my 357, was trying to put me out the crib
She ain't got no kids this weekend, I f*ck her up through the crib
He ain't got no munyun, she told me how broke he is
Niggas be my son, son, the trappiest, they know who he is

Got diamonds dancing, chain reaction, cold like Minnesota
I been going money, money, money crazy

Die before he saw his seed, all we do is die and breed
Niggas be stuck in the hood, like they ain't trying to leave

I feel like the older I get, it's like the less I need
At first I was moving too fast, had to change my speed
Now I'm running through these racks, it's a marathon
And I body any track that you hear me on

I don't wanna hear no rap, throw some Mary on
If it ain't about a bag, nigga, carry on
Cause I'ma need a front and a back end
Sixteen years old with a mac 10

Try to leave this shit alone, but I'm back end
Related to the plug, could get you any drug, but I'm taxing
I'm back by popular demand
Staring at the yity cause I got it in my hand

Don't ever think you f*cking with me, stop it, you a fan
Don't ever think you f*cking with me, stop it, you a hold up
Niggas suck my dick with your daughter lips
We don't do attempts, we a slaughter shit Put your phone down, no recording shit,Got a room full of money on some hoar shit

My yuddy left the, Gen he brought the new, told him blow the cig
So f*cked up, I was serving, J's was knocking at my momma crib

Momma found my 357, was trying to put me out the crib
She ain't got no kids this weekend, I f*ck her up through the crib
He ain't got no munyun, she told me how broke he is
Niggas be my son, son, the trappiest, they know who he is

Got diamonds dancing, chain reaction, cold like Minnesota
I been going money, money, money crazy

And where
I said there's bags and bags of money

Usually when drugs and money..
Marijuana's a drug
And even though it's illegal, it's not that legal
Are you selling

So what's all the money from
One, how much money is in there
So I can document how much money was in there
It's $4,500, bro

$4,500
And what was it for
A rap, bro, I'm a rapper
Is that for getting paid to do a song

A feature,
A feature, where
A rap, bro
A feature, where

What do you mean, y'all was at the studio
I didn't know feature means like in person, like a feature
No, feature
You want to run someone's album or something like that

Yeah, someone's record
Okay
Just stand by for one second
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How much money is in here
How much? Is that your money
There's a ton of money in here
No, not singles

Bags and bags of money

My yuddy left the, Gen he brought the new, told him blow the cig
So f*cked up, I was serving, J's was knocking at my momma crib

Momma found my 357, was trying to put me out the crib
She ain't got no kids this weekend, I f*ck her up through the crib
He ain't got no munyun, she told me how broke he is
Niggas be my son, son, the trappiest, they know who he is

Got diamonds dancing, chain reaction, cold like Minnesota
I been going money, money, money crazy

Had to grind for these racks and going back, broke, bitch, you crazy
Got damn these old heads, asking me for deals in front cause they was lazy
I might buy you a two-toned maybach back or four crib, I'm talking crazy
Two-toned gen, that's Pb and Jelly, I ah shoot his ass above the rim

End of the month, I get all deals. First of the month, they think it's yay
My pops had a bird house, serving chicken, before chick-fil-A
Shoot a dartin' and shit, I send a bomb like Lamar Jack
Lately juggs went crypto, I got a dubby on my cash app

I got a plug, 50K a brick, gonna be my last lap
Thought his scalp was itching, we going strictly for the head tap
Dick her down so crazy, like submission
She go, mm-mm

Dick her down so crazy, like submission
Make her tap-tap
Free snow, make you disappear like it's Snapchat
Barin' arm, this a fully auto, it go bap-bap

You niggas weird, sliming out your partner, ain't no loyalty
This pussy really hate me cause it's BM Steady calling me
I can't sell my soul, trap house on my G-Lock
I had a green face Rollie, 36 off the re-rock

I'm in a Lose lose situation, beefing, trying to kill a cop
I be high as sht Trap City snowball hit Bernard Hop

My yuddy left the, Gen he brought the new, told him blow the cig
So f*cked up, I was serving, J's was knocking at my momma crib

Momma found my 357, was trying to put me out the crib
She ain't got no kids this weekend, I f*ck her up through the crib
He ain't got no munyun, she told me how broke he is
Niggas be my son, son, the trappiest, they know who he is

Got diamonds dancing, chain reaction, cold like Minnesota
I been going money, money, money crazy

Die before he saw his seed, all we do is die and breed
Niggas be stuck in the hood, like they ain't trying to leave

I feel like the older I get, it's like the less I need
At first I was moving too fast, had to change my speed
Now I'm running through these racks, it's a marathon
And I body any track that you hear me on

I don't wanna hear no rap, throw some Mary on
If it ain't about a bag, nigga, carry on
Cause I'ma need a front and a back end
Sixteen years old with a mac 10

Try to leave this shit alone, but I'm back end
Related to the plug, could get you any drug, but I'm taxing
I'm back by popular demand
Staring at the yity cause I got it in my hand

Don't ever think you f*cking with me, stop it, you a fan
Don't ever think you f*cking with me, stop it, you a hold up
Niggas suck my dick with your daughter lips
We don't do attempts, we a slaughter shit Put your phone down, no recording shit,Got a room full of money on some hoar shit

My yuddy left the, Gen he brought the new, told him blow the cig
So f*cked up, I was serving, J's was knocking at my momma crib

Momma found my 357, was trying to put me out the crib
She ain't got no kids this weekend, I f*ck her up through the crib
He ain't got no munyun, she told me how broke he is
Niggas be my son, son, the trappiest, they know who he is

Got diamonds dancing, chain reaction, cold like Minnesota
I been going money, money, money crazy

And where
I said there's bags and bags of money

Usually when drugs and money..
Marijuana's a drug
And even though it's illegal, it's not that legal
Are you selling

So what's all the money from
One, how much money is in there
So I can document how much money was in there
It's $4,500, bro

$4,500
And what was it for
A rap, bro, I'm a rapper
Is that for getting paid to do a song

A feature,
A feature, where
A rap, bro
A feature, where

What do you mean, y'all was at the studio
I didn't know feature means like in person, like a feature
No, feature
You want to run someone's album or something like that

Yeah, someone's record
Okay
Just stand by for one second
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Writer: Ready Rah, Yo Trap
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Performed By: Yo Trap
Featuring: Ready Rah
Language: English
Length: 4:09
Written by: Ready Rah, Yo Trap
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