Soul Trap.
I'm on that two job grind and that two job money
That two job,"I can't find the time"
But money is money is money is money
But I love to whip my car everyday that it's sunny
Volume on 40, J.Cole going dummy
And I'm dressed looking funny but a little bit of drip like Dasani
Green hair coloured braids cuz you know that I'm on it
I've been tryna get to the bag without breaking my back
Everything I want it all cost some racks
So it ain't my time to be talking no smack
But it is my time get me a girl with a booty
You can see from the front and the back
Or a nigga with a dick that be looking a snack, six pack
And align with my zodiac, make me a nymphomaniac
(let me hit it from the back)
Better late then never, as long as you is showing up
Tryna put the past in the dust, but I don't really show no trust
Everything good will eventually turn into some dust
Finna let my money blow into the wind along with the gust
But I tell em it's money all on the floor
It's money all in the world
See they wrist on audumars
Driftin all them cars, get high up like on Mars
Four door Jeep on 40s with no doors
For cars and all the dope, I keep the bag on go
Tell the world I want more, cuz I get all the sauce
If you get your soul trapped then break it off
Independently, with the family, get the bands on me
I have dreams of me, sending waves through the industry
With my brilliancy, fucking over your bigotry
Got me out here smoking packs of trees
Plug showing me some sympathy
My spending habits be so finicky, but I get it back instantly
Still finna show the plug love he probably think that I'm trapping
Don't worry bout it when I pull up with a Jeep with a big ass backend
Met a girl off tinder, she want me to break her back in
Put the strap in, birthday cake and the ass get to clappin
A little bit of money, and a lil bit of talking a lot could happen
(Cuz that)
Money talk
Money talk
Money talk
If you mad about a bag then you blocked
Money talk
Money talk
If they ain't knock you off your socks then you break it off
But I tell em it's money all on the floor
It's money all in the world
See they wrist on audumars
Driftin all them cars, get high up like on Mars
Four door Jeep on 40s with no doors
For cars and all the dope, I keep the bag on go
Tell the world I want more, cuz I get all the sauce
If you get your soul trapped then break it off
That two job,"I can't find the time"
But money is money is money is money
But I love to whip my car everyday that it's sunny
Volume on 40, J.Cole going dummy
And I'm dressed looking funny but a little bit of drip like Dasani
Green hair coloured braids cuz you know that I'm on it
I've been tryna get to the bag without breaking my back
Everything I want it all cost some racks
So it ain't my time to be talking no smack
But it is my time get me a girl with a booty
You can see from the front and the back
Or a nigga with a dick that be looking a snack, six pack
And align with my zodiac, make me a nymphomaniac
(let me hit it from the back)
Better late then never, as long as you is showing up
Tryna put the past in the dust, but I don't really show no trust
Everything good will eventually turn into some dust
Finna let my money blow into the wind along with the gust
But I tell em it's money all on the floor
It's money all in the world
See they wrist on audumars
Driftin all them cars, get high up like on Mars
Four door Jeep on 40s with no doors
For cars and all the dope, I keep the bag on go
Tell the world I want more, cuz I get all the sauce
If you get your soul trapped then break it off
Independently, with the family, get the bands on me
I have dreams of me, sending waves through the industry
With my brilliancy, fucking over your bigotry
Got me out here smoking packs of trees
Plug showing me some sympathy
My spending habits be so finicky, but I get it back instantly
Still finna show the plug love he probably think that I'm trapping
Don't worry bout it when I pull up with a Jeep with a big ass backend
Met a girl off tinder, she want me to break her back in
Put the strap in, birthday cake and the ass get to clappin
A little bit of money, and a lil bit of talking a lot could happen
(Cuz that)
Money talk
Money talk
Money talk
If you mad about a bag then you blocked
Money talk
Money talk
If they ain't knock you off your socks then you break it off
But I tell em it's money all on the floor
It's money all in the world
See they wrist on audumars
Driftin all them cars, get high up like on Mars
Four door Jeep on 40s with no doors
For cars and all the dope, I keep the bag on go
Tell the world I want more, cuz I get all the sauce
If you get your soul trapped then break it off
Credits
Writer(s): Leressa Hargrove
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