Lyrics T.R.A.P - Amoneygreen

Hop up out the bed, Turn on my scale
You gon' lose your bet if you think I'ma fail
Whoever ain't believe in me, Can go to hell
God blessin' all the trap niggas, The real always prevail
Just picked up a publishing check in the mail
This new batch lite green, Look like I'm smokin' on kale
Always get a rush every time I make a sale
AMG Forever Fresh, these motherfuckers lookin' stale

Gotta post-more fits on IG, So you can learn sum
Rub my bitch ass while she roll up, Then we burn sum
All them crazy nights at Stage 48, clubbin'
Now I'm wit my bougie freak, Steak 48 grubbin'
No point in hustlin, If the goal ain't doublin'
All talk, No walk, That's why u don't make nun'
Mastermindin' for the pape, Gotta shake sum'
And if that don't work, I'ma take sum'
Need that Maybach truck wit hydraulics like a 6-4
My motto was always get doe since the get-go

Hop up out the bed, Turn on my scale
You gon' lose your bet if you think I'ma fail
Whoever ain't believe in me, Can go to hell
God blessin' all the trap niggas, The real always prevail
Just picked up a publishing check in the mail
This new batch lite green, Look like I'm smokin' on kale
Always get a rush every time I make a sale
AMG Forever Fresh, these motherfuckers lookin' stale

Hop up out the bed, Turn on my scale
Hop up out the bed, Turn on my scale
Hop up out the bed, Turn on my scale
Hop up out the bed, Turn on my scale