Trenches lyrics

[Intro: T.I.]
Aye, That bullsh*t ain't worth a motherf*cker
And that cap ain't nothin you understand that
The bankroll mafia life
They wouldn't believe it if we didn't show it to em

[Chorus 1: Shad Da god & London Jae]
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like central bowls
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros
Run that pack up to the ceiling
I'm just tryna stack a million
You ain't livin like I'm livin'
Had a feelin' I'mma kill it
Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on mecouple millions worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me
Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie
Wake em' up I know these pus*y n*ggas sleepin' on me
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like some Girbauds
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros

[Chorus 2: Shad Da god]
I get that money when its cold
I be strapped like some Girbauds
In the trenches it get cold
I be watching for my bros
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Hold up what you feel like
Give a damn n*gga I'm a G n*gga real life
I feel like it everytime
Got marathon money, yours on the treadmill
And I could pull up and day bet these hoes be amazed
To the point they got a man, give me head still
I'm getting blown with my hand on my steerin' wheel
Got a mind up and down like a ferris wheel
I swear to god aye
Big bankroll this the mafia life
Cross that line n*gga stoppin' ya life
Steady rollin' motherf*cker ain't no stoppin' the dice
Bust it loose on the jet
Shawty had that whole, teach you to net
Facetime roscoe and show him the
My n*gga boosie said we the truth
Ain't cappin' to flex, yeah

[Chorus 1: Shad Da god & London Jae]
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like central bowls
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros
Run that pack up to the ceiling
I'm just tryna stack a million
You ain't livin like I'm livin'
Had a feelin' I'mma kill it
Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on me
Cop a million worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me
Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie
Wake em' up I know these pus*y n*ggas sleepin' on me
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like some Girbauds
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros
[Verse 2: Shad da god]
I'm in these cold ass trenches
Margiela's on with a trench b*tch
I put that million on my wish list
I'm in the streets 'til I get the sh*t
I'm in the benz with a thick b*tch
Twenty gold rings on like slick rick
Twenty gold rings on at my grandma house
AR-15 with the biscuits
I get the units off, we get the units off
All of my n*ggas is havin' money
So you can't tell who the boss
We havin' racks right now, and we havin straps right now
Jewelry on, aye you better pipe down
These b*tches better not pipe down, boot up right now

[Chorus 1: Shad Da god & London Jae]
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like central bowls
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros
Run that pack up to the ceiling
I'm just tryna stack a million
You ain't livin like I'm livin'
Had a feelin' I'mma kill it
Thumbin' through the money gotta ticket on me
Cop a million worth of diamonds gotta keep it on me
Got your women on my neck she geekin' homie
Wake em' up I know these pus*y n*ggas sleepin' on me
I get that money in the cold
I be strapped like some Girbauds
In the trenches it be cold
I be watching for my bros