[Chorus: Yung Gleesh]
Trap money long, but your trap money skinny
This another track from TrapMoneyBenny
Fifty thousand dollars, I put half of it in it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Trap money long, but your trap money skinny
This another track from TrapMoneyBenny
Fifty pounds of Bubba Kush, it's carried in a Bentley
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Who the fuck are you? Bitch I'm the king
Nigga want beef, pistol smack em til he sleep
Niggas say they savage but they squad looking weak
Went and got my 30 on me, let me call my nigga Gleesh
Ride tinted up, with Gino Marley
Fuck around, shoot a nigga party
Plug fronted me, I ran off, sorry
Please don't look for me or call me, I'ma catch a body
Coogi down, got me looking like Bill Cosby
Baby mama in my condo and she acting naughty
Million dollar dreams of a driving a Bugatti
But until, I'll be trapping 'til they stop me
Trap money long, but your trap money skinny
This another track from TrapMoneyBenny
Fifty thousand dollars, I put half of it in it
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Trap money long, but your trap money skinny
This another track from TrapMoneyBenny
Fifty pounds of Bubba Kush, it's carried in a Bentley
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
[Verse 1: Fredo Santana]
Who the fuck are you? Bitch I'm the king
Nigga want beef, pistol smack em til he sleep
Niggas say they savage but they squad looking weak
Went and got my 30 on me, let me call my nigga Gleesh
Ride tinted up, with Gino Marley
Fuck around, shoot a nigga party
Plug fronted me, I ran off, sorry
Please don't look for me or call me, I'ma catch a body
Coogi down, got me looking like Bill Cosby
Baby mama in my condo and she acting naughty
Million dollar dreams of a driving a Bugatti
But until, I'll be trapping 'til they stop me
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