Stuck in Da Trap - Meek Mill, Wiz

I’m stuck in the trap ya

I’m trying to get back ya

I spent all this damn money on these clothes

I spent all this damn money on these hoes

I’m trying to get back ya

I’m stuck in the trap ya

You know I got them choppers on deck

Give me my respect

I’m coming for the checks

Muthafucker who’s next

I get them birds and break them way down

Give it to my team we like Lebron, Chris Bosh, and Wade now

Fuck my money up it’s time to get payed now

JBing on niggas tell them get down or get laid down

Ya I’m trying to get back

I’m in the kitchen with the slab you know I’m trying to hit that

Plus I seen this Rollie out worn I’m trying to whip that

And turn this nine into a ten piece

I made all this damn money from these shows

Went and spent all this damn money on them clothes

I Went and bought an Audemar that was twenty-six

Payed my bills bought my bitch a bag and that was like a brick

I be balling, talking Spalding on you lame ass niggas

Trying to flip a quarter L loose change ass niggas

I’m heavy on the wrist two chains ass nigga

All I know is blow the money and if you see me know I’m stunting

I spent a 62 up on my son

on my bitch

A brick and a half up on my whip

Put a nine up on my wrist

And I still got my re-up

Nigga I get them sent up

Whip it like a master

Nigga I tear them streets up

Serve it like I’m Micheal Jack up off the wall

You can get it hard or soft

I’m like BP with the oil

I’m in another lane on them

Block flooded got the cane on them

Hating ass niggas talk shit I get the rain on them

I got stripes like a referee

Quarterback no sacks ain’t a mutherfucker touching me

Thrity-three for one, five or better get it cheaper

Got that kush and got that haze if you talking bout that reefer

I’m like with the bread

So I trick it all on divas

I put one up in your head

If a nigga try to creep up

You know what I’m talking bout

Nigga getting it

This how we feel about that money nigga spending it

Let me tell you niggas something I was a hustler when you met me

I’m trying to get back they got me out here selling reggie

Sixteen in the pound, I’mma break it down

You bring me twelve-hundred you can take it now

Or I can call up

Cause he’ll sell the weed

No matter if its sour or some shit that got some seeds

We gon' off that

I’m gon' toss him something and he toss back

Them Benjamins we gon' cake like we just signed to Entenmann’s

Where your boss at cause I don’t deal with middle-men

I don’t do the big men talking with the little men

Big money transaction cop, cook, and deliverin'

Went to cop five and my connect brought me ten of them

I gave him dab and told him I’ll be back

I’m a trapper not a rapper, roger that