Trap Shit V3 (I Got This)

[Hook: Trae Da Truth] All my chains hanging, I say I'm getting money These haters looking pissed off, me I'm gonn count this money These hoes gonn fuck or get lost, they can't get nothing from me These hoes gonn fuck or get lost, they can't get nothing from me Look bitch, I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Bitch I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Bitch, I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Bitch I got this, got this [Verse 1: Trae Da Truth] I stay counting this paper, a-t-r bitch I've been player This shit I'm holding too heavy This chain I got I out weight ya I'm not what you expected, bad, bad, bitches respected She fine, I just might take it She hit me, she gonn get naked I got a god damn problem, you ain't know Yeah I got a couple of haters, tryina give me some more I walk in the club like look bitch turn up Ain't not a bitch tryina get it but go I choose it, I'm groovy Everyday I'm tryina to make me a movie These rocks I got, stay hd It ain't fear, oh what I gotta do me I'm like wat up bitch, see me baby I ain't got no worries like weezy baby I do this shit too easy baby [Cause risk I got, chris music baby]??? I go to Houston, chop the deuce like where you go I ain't talking bruce, up in the hood with gree And I ain't talking goose, a young nigga jaded Like I was holding juice [Hook: Trae Da Truth] All my chains hanging, I say I'm getting money These haters looking pissed off, me I'm gonn count this money These hoes gonn fuck or get lost, they can't get nothing from me These hoes gonn fuck or get lost, they can't get nothing from me Look bitch, I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Bitch I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Bitch, I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Bitch I got this [Verse 2: Problem] Hey bitch, I'm the molly man This dick don't make you fuck, I bet this molly can Stay with that bomb, kush be Taliban The truth like trae, no need for polygraph Shoppin like atorners, half hoes bustin like them lamas I for sure gonn need a trauma for each one of my baby mama Can't stop telling I'm a fillionaire, feel me player? Hope you do Cause if you don't, it's fuck you folks, to fuck your mom And fuck your crew Like yeah, he be like that, gold chain swanging like a baseball bat D on my feety, that's my baseball cap Diamond Lane gang, bang, bang, you flat [Hook: Trae Da Truth] All my chains hanging, I say I'm getting money These haters looking pissed off, me I'm gonn count this money These hoes gonn fuck or get lost, they can't get nothing from me These hoes gonn fuck or get lost, they can't get nothing from me Look bitch, I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Bitch I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Bitch, I got this, got this Look bitch, I got this, got this Bitch I got this, got this [Verse 2: Trinidad James] What you got nigga, what I got nigga What you got nigga, I tell you what I got nigga Nigga I got this, I've been handed Ever since my shirt and socks were matchin I never hit the block with that action But I get your bitch and I'm smashing Niggas mad they can't act up Who the truth you can ask us Trae tha truth and young problem Got a hunned goons that mask up You ain't gonna do a damn thang Them red boys get on ways To fly away on this situation And I don't know what you insinuating Don't play me like no sucker, I turn up and then fuck her We real niggas, y'all busters Got your bitch that blushin You can try us if you want I'll tell you what we'll do Take all of your bitches And make em fuck the crew, nigga!