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Trapped Video (MV)




Performed By: Powers Ortiz
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Powers Ortiz, Powers Ortiz Ortiz
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For the love of the money, I'm trapped
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna chit-chat
I never f*ck with dude cause I heard he was a rat
Last time I went broke, him and his bitch got jacked
He be in love with money, I'm dat
How you steady flippin' weight with your pockets lookin' flat
That money you be flexin' be your partners for the pack
Bitch, I'm steady gettin' money and you know this big facts
For the love of the money, I'm dat
Why you hatin
Smoke a little cabbage, now my mind is elevated
I'm runnin' up a pack till my vision gettin' faded
Wake up the next morning, write back to paper chasin
Big dog status, you a pup, what the f*ck
Your partner actin' down syndrome, think he stuck
Stupid f*ck, lookin' for a meal ticket when you need to get your paper
Late at night flirtin' with the money like I date her
Got on the elevator, straight to success
Smokin' liquid THC, they get me higher than the jet
I be lookin' super fresh, rockin' brand new
97s, custom set
Smokin' loud, sippin' lean, you can smell it on my breath
When the reaper call my name, you can label me a legend
Just watch, in a couple years, they gon' bump me every second
Tryna get a couple milli, smokin' purple
And a vet
Sippin' mud in Puerto Rico where Abuela put to rest
I'ma f*ck the game up, I'ma put that on my blood
Evil lurkin' in my mind, feel like I don't give a f*ck
Reconstruct my mind, couple doses from the start
I don't socialize unless you bring up money
We can talk, never f*ckin' with a leech
I'm a money fiend, junkie, it's a sickness
These brownies got me lifted, mentally I'm sickenin
Rub a band the money up and twist it
I rub a band of money up and twist it
For the love of the money, I'm trapped
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna chit-chat
I never f*ck with dude, cause I heard he was a rat
Last time I went broke, him and his bitch got jacked
He be in love with money, I'm that
How you steady flippin' weight with your pockets lookin' flat
That money, you be flexin, be your partners for the pack
Bitch, I'm steady gettin' money, and you know this big facts
You know this big fact
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English

For the love of the money, I'm trapped
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna chit-chat
I never f*ck with dude cause I heard he was a rat
Last time I went broke, him and his bitch got jacked
He be in love with money, I'm dat
How you steady flippin' weight with your pockets lookin' flat
That money you be flexin' be your partners for the pack
Bitch, I'm steady gettin' money and you know this big facts
For the love of the money, I'm dat
Why you hatin
Smoke a little cabbage, now my mind is elevated
I'm runnin' up a pack till my vision gettin' faded
Wake up the next morning, write back to paper chasin
Big dog status, you a pup, what the f*ck
Your partner actin' down syndrome, think he stuck
Stupid f*ck, lookin' for a meal ticket when you need to get your paper
Late at night flirtin' with the money like I date her
Got on the elevator, straight to success
Smokin' liquid THC, they get me higher than the jet
I be lookin' super fresh, rockin' brand new
97s, custom set
Smokin' loud, sippin' lean, you can smell it on my breath
When the reaper call my name, you can label me a legend
Just watch, in a couple years, they gon' bump me every second
Tryna get a couple milli, smokin' purple
And a vet
Sippin' mud in Puerto Rico where Abuela put to rest
I'ma f*ck the game up, I'ma put that on my blood
Evil lurkin' in my mind, feel like I don't give a f*ck
Reconstruct my mind, couple doses from the start
I don't socialize unless you bring up money
We can talk, never f*ckin' with a leech
I'm a money fiend, junkie, it's a sickness
These brownies got me lifted, mentally I'm sickenin
Rub a band the money up and twist it
I rub a band of money up and twist it
For the love of the money, I'm trapped
If you ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna chit-chat
I never f*ck with dude, cause I heard he was a rat
Last time I went broke, him and his bitch got jacked
He be in love with money, I'm that
How you steady flippin' weight with your pockets lookin' flat
That money, you be flexin, be your partners for the pack
Bitch, I'm steady gettin' money, and you know this big facts
You know this big fact
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Writer: Powers Ortiz, Powers Ortiz Ortiz
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