Give me that bag I want money
These niggas stupid they funny
Get to the money I'm fast
F*cking yo bitch counting cash
I got the racks inside my duffle bag
You ain't got no money yo ass going sad
This ain't no Hyundai nigga this is a jag
I'm f*cking your bitch and I'm making her gag
I'm making this money I don't mean to brag
Reload the clip nigga empty the mag
These hollows hit em' up like we playing tag
You got a belt on how the f*ck do you sag
21 bitches like Joel Embiid
She sucking my meat tryna gargle my seed
I beat the beat up like Adonis no creed
Hitting my phone when that pussy I need
Money on my mind, Money on the line
Money every day, yeah im feeling great i'm fine
She bad she wanna be mine
I been hearing from the great vine
That I'm the young man that's gone run this bag up
And leave all these trash ass niggas behind
This ain't Coco Jones but i let it shine
If you want you a bag then here's your sign
Man i beat her from the back tryna break her spine
And you know she a ten yea she a dime
HOF Heeim - HoodTrap Lyrics
HOF Heeim - HoodTrap Lyrics
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Give me that bag I want money
These niggas stupid they funny
Get to the money I'm fast
F*cking yo bitch counting cash
I got the racks inside my duffle bag
You ain't got no money yo ass going sad
This ain't no Hyundai nigga this is a jag
I'm f*cking your bitch and I'm making her gag
I'm making this money I don't mean to brag
Reload the clip nigga empty the mag
These hollows hit em' up like we playing tag
You got a belt on how the f*ck do you sag
21 bitches like Joel Embiid
She sucking my meat tryna gargle my seed
I beat the beat up like Adonis no creed
Hitting my phone when that pussy I need
Money on my mind, Money on the line
Money every day, yeah im feeling great i'm fine
She bad she wanna be mine
I been hearing from the great vine
That I'm the young man that's gone run this bag up
And leave all these trash ass niggas behind
This ain't Coco Jones but i let it shine
If you want you a bag then here's your sign
Man i beat her from the back tryna break her spine
And you know she a ten yea she a dime
These niggas stupid they funny
Get to the money I'm fast
F*cking yo bitch counting cash
I got the racks inside my duffle bag
You ain't got no money yo ass going sad
This ain't no Hyundai nigga this is a jag
I'm f*cking your bitch and I'm making her gag
I'm making this money I don't mean to brag
Reload the clip nigga empty the mag
These hollows hit em' up like we playing tag
You got a belt on how the f*ck do you sag
21 bitches like Joel Embiid
She sucking my meat tryna gargle my seed
I beat the beat up like Adonis no creed
Hitting my phone when that pussy I need
Money on my mind, Money on the line
Money every day, yeah im feeling great i'm fine
She bad she wanna be mine
I been hearing from the great vine
That I'm the young man that's gone run this bag up
And leave all these trash ass niggas behind
This ain't Coco Jones but i let it shine
If you want you a bag then here's your sign
Man i beat her from the back tryna break her spine
And you know she a ten yea she a dime
Writer: HOF Heeim
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