[Intro: Rediroc]
TRAP, TRAP, TRAP, TRAP, TRAP
[Chorus: Rediroc]
We takin' big money, small money, all money
We takin' big money, small money, all money
We takin' big money, small money, all money
Yesterday's, today's and tomorrows money
[Verse 1: Rediroc]
I'm motivated for a better livin'
But not the type of life they show you on the television
This the type of life you livin' when you're sellin' b*tches
That white girl Brittney and all her sisters
I take em way deeper than rap
It's impossible to leave when you're deep in the trap
Where they try to keep clean but they keep comin' back
And everybody play for keeps, gotta keep you a gat
I'm talkin big money, small money, I ain't turnin down nothin'
I'm takin' all money. From OT to way down in the hood money
But remember, all money ain't good money
I don't really do the phones, come and talk wit me
Have a drink, take a seat, share your thoughts wit me
And, if it all sound good, you can walk wit me
I got some pretty white things in the car wit me
Hello!
[Chorus: Rediroc] (2x)
[Verse 2: AR-AB]
Uh, I got a sell for a dot, I tell em "hold on"
Give me a sec, I gotta open up a whole jawn
I get straight to the money, I don't prolong
I be in the crack house wit my robe on
Uh, and that's cuz I live there, stash box, the FN gettin' hid there
If they stop my car, I get 6 years, I put the AK-47 up in 6 gear
You ever see homicide kick your whole door?
You ever count a 100 grand on your mom floor?
Dry cook 9, bring back 9 more, I get the type money
Feds give you time for. I'm sellin' weight, I'm buyin' bake
I'm buyin' ice, I make a cake
I ain't goin' in the house till' it's all off
I only got brick players in my call log
[Chorus: Rediroc] (2x)
[Verse 3: Neef Buck]
It's like every other day, a n*gga goin' through tolls
And messin' wit the mail, I'm ridin, gettin' my load
Every gram accounted for, I need mine
Gotta new skizzy, weigh 3 jawns at 1 time
Every block, buss' em down to 8 dots, stack off every sale
Plus the work get hard as nails. Step all over it, still butter fuco
Every couple points at night; Toni Kukoč
Refrigerator don't got sh*t but Ice and Soda
Holding cell ain't bout sh*t, it get colder
From the mattress, to the shoe box, to the new safe wit 2 locks
Floor model, MAC-12; all hollows
Laser when you touch, it's combat tuck it
Make me pull it out and butter your f*ckin' muffin
I ain't scared, pine box or the f*ckn' feds
About the bread, price tag on your head
[Chorus: Rediroc] (2x)