Traffic lyrics

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
All about the money, know I got to have it
30 on me any time we out in traffic
Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
This for my dogs, n*ggas, moms, dukes, and the Grammy
Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
All about the money, know I got to have it
30 on me any time we out in traffic
Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
This for my dogs, n*ggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy

[Verse 1: Spodee]
I want a million
My diamonds and my b*tches come from the water
This sh*t here Meridian
I save 100 grams off the top
I run with n*ggas running from the cops
We send them things up to Philly
Do numbers, it’s silly
We get this sh*t around the clock
Used to sell fifty twenties for a knot
I got them pretty b*tches in here f*cking with pimping
From East Kentucky up to Grand Rapids, Michigan
[Verse 2: Trouble]
Wait, we might just be Golden State of the century
Shoot these b*tches out the gate, is you listening?
We too cold, man a n*gga we [?]
I’m a player first and I’m ‘bout my dividends
Might just have your b*tch up under the [?] for me

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
All about the money, know I got to have it
30 on me any time we out in traffic
Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
This for my dogs, n*ggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy
Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
All about the money, know I got to have it
30 on me any time we out in traffic
Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
This for my dogs, n*ggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy

[Verse 3: Spodee & Trouble]
We ran them sticks like they goin’ out of fashion
Looking for the action, I’m going through traffic
I just made a flip like perfect gymnastics
And put ten thousand dollars inside a mattress
I just spent ten thousand dollars on passengers
f*ck my b*tch, man I believe in the Actavis
Some f*cking reason I’m riding the fashion
Free Austin, free [?]
Free my n*gga Bookie, free my n*gga [?]
Motherf*ck the 12, motherf*ck ‘em all
These b*tches free, needa pay for y’all
I don’t catch freebies, I don’t lay with y’all
I ain’t got to tell you motherf*ckers twice
Lookin’ at my face, tell ‘em f*ck the law
I ain’t got to tell you ‘bout the time they hit the spot
b*tch you got to drop your f*cking drawers
No letting you n*ggas’ teams on the ball
I was tryna get my team out the yard
Serving everything, fiends in and out
You was tryna take a b*tch to haunted house
I ain’t never took a b*tch to haunted house
I’m a head hunter, I just want the mouth
If you see a pus*y n*gga point him out
If you got the money, n*gga count it out
[Chorus: Trouble]
Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
All about the money, know I got to have it
30 on me any time we out in traffic
Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
This for my dogs, n*ggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy
Bands in my pants, keep ‘em kinda slanted
All about the money, know I got to have it
30 on me any time we out in traffic
Yoppers on us any time we out in traffic
Pack touching down, time to bust 'em out the plastic
This for my dogs, n*ggas, moms, dukes, and the grammy