Tom: Ebm
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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First one on the block, woah, I need mine off the top, uh
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Overtown, he got shot, but he died in Opa-locka
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Couldn't save one lung, hit 'em up, hmm, hmm
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See the look on my face (woo!) like Carol City one state
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Niggas hate on my sound, 'til I went the first round
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Then I earnt the Lombardi, ain't no fuckboys allowed
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Only fuck if she exclusive, her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
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To tell the truth I didn't ask, when it come to bitches I'm Gucci
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I'm the wrong one to rob, in the jungle I'm Nas
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In the label I'm Russ, in the trap I'm Rick Ross
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Double M, Goldman Sachs, just like Omar and Khloe
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You can't dial for the packs, I sent you right back loaded
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
D#m
I was tryna bet the whole map
G#m A#m
Out in Vegas, out the trap
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Niggas talkin' 'bout raidin' the trap
G#m A#m
Man, I'm 'bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin' ape shit)
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Nigga, watch your babies in the trap
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Nigga cookin' oil base in the trap
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Young nigga slave in the trap
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Nigga run base, base in the trap
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I'm 'bout to get this shit movin', yeah
G#m A#m
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
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Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
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I'm 'bout to get this shit cruisin', yeah
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Stand at the stove 'til you're woozy, woozy
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Let's make a movie, movie, yeah
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Move, move, move
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Bitch, I'm richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
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So many different meds on me
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Fuck around, call the Fed on me
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Chk-chk, boom boom boom your head, homie, reds
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Draco got a lot of lead on it, you dead
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
[Verse 3: Wale]
D#m
Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh
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I ain't nothin' like the trap niggas, Goyard backpack nigga
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Uber crates 'til the Feds pull up, woo woo, cataracts, nigga
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I'm the type, holla at the wife
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Her body yours, but her soul is mine
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Adios, do a hundred 20
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All she want is good dick and advice
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Wraith, scrappin' my tires, Jameson 'til I'm fried
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Famous here but I'm humble, Double M the Empire
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Renzel got me all day, I'm Kyrie, he LeBron James
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Tired niggas say Folarin ain't top
A#m
I've been SportsCenter every day
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I ain't nothin' like them trap guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes
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I kinda never do back down, leave a nigga high via rap lines
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Get a beat, leave it baptized, mob ties, but it's black lives
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Black lives, nigga, trap lives, gimme five on the black side
[Chorus: Rick Ross & Young Thug]
D#m
I took my roof off at the red light
G#m A#m
I took my roof off at the red light
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
D#m
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
G#m A#m
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
D#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
G#m A#m
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
