| I’m finna get the money, stack it up
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| Put it away
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| I’m in the trap with the base
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| I’m in the trenches all day
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| I get it in on the road now
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| Get it in, how it goes now
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| Up the prices of my show now
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| The trap bunking, that’s for sure now
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| Never stopping on the road now
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| Get the trap up, yeah
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| Hit the road slow, yeah
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| My niggas up, yeah
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| Walk around, double cup
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| Get some mud in my cup
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| All these hoes know what’s up
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| I’m the motherfucking plug
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| Drug money, get it swept under the rug
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| Bitch don’t even know she’s talking to the damn plug
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| I’m a pimp, shake her down, got stripper money
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| Trap boy, got legal money
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| On my way to a sports bar to watch the Falcons
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| You can bet your last dollar that Eagle coming
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| Teach you how to remix, schoolteacher money
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| Smoking all day, got reefer money
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| Stands for a pt., two-liter money
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| He the one that’s broke, what he did with his money?
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| My dad is a drunk and my uncle’s a junkie
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| Momma stay smiling 'cause son got the money
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| My watch is a fifty, my chain is a hundred
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| I’m scared to commit and I’m addicted to honey
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| I love them diamond bricks
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| Got a brick, but that ain’t it
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| A hundred pints and that’s not Act
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| Purple Kool-Aid mixed with yak
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| I’ll point you in the right direction, bet a mil you won’t come back
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| I gave your CEO a deal, but he was wack, I took it back
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| Guwop
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| So it was what it was
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| And showed them no love
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| Now I’m a trap nigga
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| All the hoods show me love
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| You can rain money on me if you fuck with the plug
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| Cinco one time her friend, now she fuck with the plug
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| See, we came in the slums, yeah
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| And they gave us no love
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| Now I got racks, nigga
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| Like I already won
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| You can run money up when you fuck with the plug
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| Cinco one time her friend, now she fuck with the plug
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| I’m the importer/exporter, extorter, transporter
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| I need every quarter like a parking meter, hang on them corners
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| Spread my wings, fly to Texas and California
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| My lawyer flipped the case, transformer
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| Horse carriage, I got bricks in the pony
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| Fuck these bitches, me and money lonely
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| I am the Rock, throwing elbows jabroni
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| Steady finessing, professor compressor
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| Hundred bags of pressure plugged like the Tesla
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| The girl too young, they think I’m a Chester
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| I skrt back the extras, give it to my tester
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| Mister T gold, my neck is a treasure
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| I’m with whatever, bright AKs are better
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| Back up a truckload, let’s unload on Candler
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| Switzerland band, African bezel
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| Pablo
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| So it was what it was
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| And showed them no love
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| Now I’m a trap nigga
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| All the hoods show me love
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| You can rain money on me if you fuck with the plug
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| Cinco one time her friend, now she fuck with the plug
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| See, we came in the slums, yeah
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| And they gave us no love
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| Now I got racks, nigga
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| Like I already won
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| You can run money up when you fuck with the plug
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| Cinco one time her friend, now she fuck with the plug
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| I’m a trap nigga
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| No love, yeah
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| They fuck with the plug, yeah
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| Now she fuck with the plug, yeah
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| In the slums
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| Love
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| I got racks now
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| I already won
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| You fuck with the plug, yeah
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| Now she fuck with the plug, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plug , by - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Song from the album Designer Drugz 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп