Trap Money

Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'

He say he paid the cost

To be the boss

He want that new Bent

Top off

He say he burn the block hot sause

He say the world is his but look at what it cost

See his daddy was a dope boy

Uncle was a dope boy/brother was a dope boy

Sister was a dope girl

Cousin was a dope boy

Only thing that he new was dope boy

Now everybody that I named in jail or dead

It's like the devil putting that money on they head

See the trap money good

But the wrath is pillin'you and God got beef

You don't want them problems

Cause why we getting fast that money good

But believe me it won't help you when they put you in that wood

Boy

Back in the day I had a lot of pay

But then I got saved

Took a pay cut by the way I'm still blessed

Money can solve some problems but if you on the wrong side of when

He crack that sky it's gonna be grotesque

It's gonna be a hot mess

Surrounded by dead flesh eternally hopeless

You better listen to the sound of the Holy Ghost stumping bumping jumping up in your chest

That money won't last it'll pass like gas

It'll fade like grass fast

Whiplash in your face like car crash

If you keep on living in darkness

Homeboy I know you ain't heartless

Rick Ross done fed you that garbage

This is not a dis

This is just a word for the dope boy trapping and rapping dealing with life challenges

All I'm trying to tell them is

They can be better then they can be better men

Lawyers doctors high school letter men

Why are you settling for the same thing locked up your partner them

Why would you follow them why would you model them

They ain't did nothing but fail

Jesus Christ I pray you follow him

I see you in these streets

Out here trying to get it

You never sleep trying to triple your diggets

I know your model is money over everything

Mr. Ice Cream man moving hurricane

You got that trap money got you feeling hood rich

Got you feeling good with

Racks on racks and hood chicks

But after that you could get

Caught up with some Fed time

Or God forbid they hit the kid with rad-di-tat tat bed time

Or worst than that you keep trapping

Oscar winner keep acting

Like you don't hear the LORD calling one day He's gon' reek havoc

Ask the real Rick Ross

All that money can get lost

God's gon' ask how you respond to His Son on a bloody cross