Keep It Solid
Yeah nigga
Money Train shit, man
Mm
Uh, uh
Yeah
Huhhh
I be trappin' by myself, don't need nobody
I got bro right here, cause he kept it solid
Bout to fly to M.I.A., and try to find a socket Some niggas tried to cut me off, but I'm gon' keep it rockin
Rush hour thru that bag, nigga, like I'm Jackie Chan
The only time we fly to Cali, when we tryna smell the strands
I can't fuck with the grrr, but I can get it from my mans
The only way you stack new bands, if you take a chance
Playin' in that Rex, came up with a new dance
I fuck with the white people, I can make new friends
She left when times got hard, like I couldn't do again
Playin' in that pound, servin' pounds with my Mexicans
Bout to take this bitch to Pound Town, where is Sexyy Red?
Me and her in a room, I'm tryna see that Sexyy Dance
Pop up in yo bitch dreams, like that nigga Freddy, man
1, 2, I'm runnin' to that check again
If you see that bag and that train, then we locked in
Money Train Global up now, goin' for top 10
Show up to yo city with them bags and them Glock Gens'
If this rap work, I'ma still unwrap and serve Jen
I be trappin' by myself, don't need nobody
I got bro right here, cause he kept it solid
Bout to fly to M.I.A., and try to find a socket Some niggas tried to cut me off, but I'm gon' keep it rockin
Rush hour thru that bag, nigga, like I'm Jackie Chan
The only time we fly to Cali, when we tryna smell the strands
I can't fuck with the grrr, but I can get it from my mans
The only way you stack new bands, if you take a chance
I'm a trap star, but I swear this shit wasn't in the plans
Dude, out here missin' plays, you really fuckin' up the brand
I'm ambidextrous, I can whip a brick with both hands
Huh, I'm sippin' so much drank, I'm startin' to lean when I stand
Hmm, Money Train Global, baby, five-deuce, the land
Bussin' books, bussin' blicks, nigga, and we bussin' bands
Lil bro cook up that yola, have the fiends in the trance
I'm on bullshit, tryna stuff a hunnit G's in my pants
I'ma money gettin', bag flippin', smooth shit-talker
I knew them books was ours, It had the stamp wit the marker
Sell you a P, serv some C, and I like my cups darker
Been vampin' all '24, that work jump like Vince Carter
Money Train shit, man
Mm
Uh, uh
Yeah
Huhhh
I be trappin' by myself, don't need nobody
I got bro right here, cause he kept it solid
Bout to fly to M.I.A., and try to find a socket Some niggas tried to cut me off, but I'm gon' keep it rockin
Rush hour thru that bag, nigga, like I'm Jackie Chan
The only time we fly to Cali, when we tryna smell the strands
I can't fuck with the grrr, but I can get it from my mans
The only way you stack new bands, if you take a chance
Playin' in that Rex, came up with a new dance
I fuck with the white people, I can make new friends
She left when times got hard, like I couldn't do again
Playin' in that pound, servin' pounds with my Mexicans
Bout to take this bitch to Pound Town, where is Sexyy Red?
Me and her in a room, I'm tryna see that Sexyy Dance
Pop up in yo bitch dreams, like that nigga Freddy, man
1, 2, I'm runnin' to that check again
If you see that bag and that train, then we locked in
Money Train Global up now, goin' for top 10
Show up to yo city with them bags and them Glock Gens'
If this rap work, I'ma still unwrap and serve Jen
I be trappin' by myself, don't need nobody
I got bro right here, cause he kept it solid
Bout to fly to M.I.A., and try to find a socket Some niggas tried to cut me off, but I'm gon' keep it rockin
Rush hour thru that bag, nigga, like I'm Jackie Chan
The only time we fly to Cali, when we tryna smell the strands
I can't fuck with the grrr, but I can get it from my mans
The only way you stack new bands, if you take a chance
I'm a trap star, but I swear this shit wasn't in the plans
Dude, out here missin' plays, you really fuckin' up the brand
I'm ambidextrous, I can whip a brick with both hands
Huh, I'm sippin' so much drank, I'm startin' to lean when I stand
Hmm, Money Train Global, baby, five-deuce, the land
Bussin' books, bussin' blicks, nigga, and we bussin' bands
Lil bro cook up that yola, have the fiends in the trance
I'm on bullshit, tryna stuff a hunnit G's in my pants
I'ma money gettin', bag flippin', smooth shit-talker
I knew them books was ours, It had the stamp wit the marker
Sell you a P, serv some C, and I like my cups darker
Been vampin' all '24, that work jump like Vince Carter
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Writer(s): Malik Mayfield, Domonique Criss
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