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[Intro]
Ya’ll niggas take all that trap fairytales and put em in a dumpster
These right here is real street talk
From my nigga lil daddy
Too real for the industry
Long live Doe B nigga

[Hook]
Breaking down them bowls serving halves and wholes
Breaking down the bale when I’m on the scale
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
Breaking down them bricks
Stacking them up in splits
Ju them real quick cuz I do this shit
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit

[Verse 1]
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
Dimes and [?], and a nigga moving bricks
Blow so many scales I can’t even count
Bought a money counter just to count it fast
Jilt so many bags I’m talking about that [?]
93 octane got it selling fast
Pulled so many tricks selling diamond bricks
Me and Scooter just pulled another trick
Ju ju ju that all I know
How could I go broke when I’m about to blow
Trapping with the route just like selling dope
Came from rocking coke now I’m rocking shows

[Hook]
Breaking down them bowls serving halves and wholes
Breaking down the bale when I’m on the scale
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
Breaking down them bricks
Stacking them up in splits
Ju them real quick cuz I do this shit
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit

[Verse 2]
I just sold 20 bricks in one day
85 south me and Doe B
Rest in peace to Doe
Rest in peace to Doe
You buying more than 20, I bring em to your door
We ain’t selling nothing less than a half a brick
I’m selling, ass nigga you just average
Yeah I’m shining like a light, look at my carets bitch
A hundred thousand in my pockets
I’m a walking lick
Cocaine hard like seashells
We go bricks on retail
We got bales on retail
Swap em out and resale
Breaking down the bricks cooking on the stove
Scooter fell in love with them white hoes

[Hook]
Breaking down them bowls serving halves and wholes
Breaking down the bale when I’m on the scale
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
I’m a trap nigga I do this shit for real (I had to)
Breaking down them bricks
Stacking them up in splits
Ju them real quick cuz I do this shit
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit
I’m a trap nigga I really do this shit

[Intro]
30 you a fool for this one
Ayy, ayy
Mike Dean you can’t do this to them man

[Chorus]
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
My whip is white like Cool Whip
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m running around with two chicken strips
I’m so up (I’m so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up!
Can’t sit with us
Huh

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I’m on the jet
You can’t sit with us, it’s a bet (a bet)
We should add this back
I know the ac is bad
Fuck a lil’ bitch from the back
I heard she wack
You can get hit with the MAC
I do not handle that
I said my shooters gon’ handle that
(Huh, yeah, huh)
Sippin’ (huh)
I ain’t never trippin’ (huh)
Fuck yo bitch she missing (huh)
Call me Scottie Pippin
Ball like Scottie Pippin, money old
Lookin’ at my diamonds, yeah, your shit looking old (so old)
My diamonds are froze, your bitch on gold
Sniffin’ coca nose
I’mma keep it on the low, I ain’t gonna tell nobody (huh, yeah)
They don’t want me, you might catch a body
(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah)
Extra body

[Chorus]
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
My whip is white like Cool Whip
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m running around with two chicken strips
I’m so up (I’m so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up!
Can’t sit with us
Huh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pour the ac out the freezer, pour a two liter
And now my bitch she need a visa, she is such a eater
Smoking cookie now, everything bust down
Rich forever, bitch we up now
You hatin’, we grindin’ ’till sundown!
Hol’ up
Fuck around, got rich, pockets so swole up (I’m rich)
When I get the Bentley back imma do a few donuts
You niggas so broke yeah
Gangster bitch she be tryna come over
Fuck her on the sofa
Rent girl be missing, put her on a poster
(Ooh)
Real big diamonds on me I can blind a bitch
Gucci, Givenchy, designer shit
Sniffinè the coke when she suck the dick
Bitch it ain’t nothing I pour a six
Ac come in, I sip it quick
These niggas be hating, I’m finally rich

[Chorus]
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
My whip is white like Cool Whip
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m running around with two chicken strips
I’m so up (I’m so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up!
Can’t sit with us
Huh

[Outro]
30 you a fool for this one

[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Just a young hustla
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
I gotta get it, I gotta get it

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I need more, but I need more
All these bitches on my dick
But I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Bill g, GBE, that’s how we stunt them bricks
Got Columbian, Jamaican plugs and I know Mexicans
Fredo, Reese, they on 64th, I fuck with Sosa them
Every month on the 24th I get some more of them
Truckloads of them bricks and bells took up all of it
I put my name off a clientele, that black amigo shit
I was list for 4 rounds, I was street profit
I got 5 different plugs, that’s a lot of profit
If a plug bring problem, you know I could handle it
I robbed a lot of plugs, they known for snitching in the end
So when I need some bricks, I just make some more of them
300 glory boys, black amigo balling

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I need more, but I need more
All these bitches on my dick
But I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Gotta get this money so you know I’m trappin stupid hard
I don’t give a fuck who you are, serve to your mobs
I need that diamond, the trap we taking chains too
Turn your ass around, you look suspicious, we ain’t serving you
Scooter bring that vet out, we ran around with that tec out
Fuck niggas stretched out on the concrete with they chest out
Hunned killers when I step out, hunnid grand in my safe house
Killers with me, they safe out
Kick the door really safe out

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I need more, but I need more
All these bitches on my dick
But I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more

[Intro: Jhené Aiko & Swae Lee]
Yeah, oh, oh
Yeah

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Why you make it so complicated?
Off the drink, we concentratin’
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
Smokin’ weed out the container
We spend cash for entertainment
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements

[Verse 1: Jhené Aiko]
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
I’m so high in here, been smokin’ on this weed
Told ’em, "Go on, take a shot on three"
Told ’em, "Drinks is on me"
Yeah, the drinks are on me
I said now go and take a shot on me
Only drug a bitch is on is the tree
But I lasted ten rounds like a freak
Like a G

[Pre-Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
Get ready (oh, yes, I’m ready)
Now we’re on (And if we’re on)
I said I’m ready (I said I’m ready)
Hold the phone (please hold the phone)
Get ready (oh, please get ready)
I am on one (oh, I am on one)
Where you be at? (where you gon’ be at?)
Later on (later on)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Jhené Aiko]
Why you make it so complicated?
Off the drink, we concentratin’
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
Smokin’ weed out the container
We spend cash for our entertainment
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements

[Verse 2: Jhené Aiko]
I’ll keep it simple, baby
I’ma keep it simple with you, baby
You know I don’t ever play no games
You know I don’t ever complicate it
Got me feelin’ some type of way
Concentratin’, concentratin’ on the way
You keep the rhythm
Oh my God, I’m glad you came
You came through with that sativa
Indica be havin’ me stuck
You know just how to keep me up
You know it, better believe it

[Pre-Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
Get ready (oh, yeah, I’m ready)
Now we’re on (oh, we’re on)
I said I’m ready (oh yeah, I’m ready)
Hold the phone (hold the phone)
Get ready (get ready)
I am on one (I am on one)
Where you be at? (where you gon’ be at?)
Later on (later on, later on, oh)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Jhené Aiko]
Why you make it so complicated?
Off the drink, we concentratin’
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
Smokin’ weed out the container
We spend cash for our entertainment
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements
Why you make it so complicated? (why you make it so complicated?)
Off the drink, we concentratin’ (off the drink and we concentratin’)
I know you won’t leave me hangin’ (I know, I know)
Smokin’ weed out the container (we smoke, we smoke)
We spend cash for our entertainment (yeah, yeah, yeah)
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’ (that’s all I’m saying)
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements (me and you, me and you, me and you)
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements (you and me, you and me, you and me)

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Dive in that, I’ma really dive in that
Dive in that, mmm, I’ma dive in that
Dive in that, mmm, let me dive in that
Dive in that, mmm, I’m gon’ dive in that
Dive in that

She’s got everything you need
Diamonds down to spades
She’s got tricks hid up her sleeves
Always misbehaves
And I say hey, don’t change a thing

Aaa! American Lady
You’re so fine
Aaa! American Lady
Gotta catch you in the summertime

She lays lions down to sleep
When she sings her song
She breaks promises you keep
Stays up all night long
And I say hey, don’t change a thing

Aaa! American Lady
You’re so fine
Aaa! American Lady
Gotta catch you in the summertime

She does cartwheels in the streets
Never pays no mind
Prays to heaven on her knees
But she sins all the time
And I say hey, don’t change a thing

Aaa! American Lady
You’re so fine
Aaa! American Lady
Gotta catch you in the summertime